In between happy memories and heartache,
there are the days when it still can’t be born.
Days consumed with my awareness of loss.
Some days – feelings are ignored, muted, dealt with,
and yet … and yet
there are days
when the need is so strong,
when the “lack of” … so overwhelming,
the feeling of being so alone and lonely,
it is then, I realize you’re still here,
in my heart,
and the longing becomes searing, burning pain,
melting tears into little pieces of lost love
and I cry myself to sleep within an inferno of emptiness.
Penny L Howe, 2014
12 thoughts on “Inferno of Emptiness”
This poem is happy and sad at the same time, creating mixed emotions.
I agree with you, but then I think life is a little like that, don’t you?
Hi Penny, yep, I do. At the moment I still get upset at times about the fact my Grandma, Cinnamon and Snuggles are no longer alive. To lose 2 pigs in a month has been really hard. On the other hand I am happy, that my career is now moving forward at a rapid rate, I am getting noticed online, and being approached for work.
What is really odd, was that I woke up this morning, I felt alone, I felt empty, I wanted someone to wake up beside. And then I read this, and it fit perfectly.
Great post Penny. Thank you 🙂
I know this one, it struck me down deep.
I understand. Indeed, I do!
Beautiful written and you always seem to have the right words to describe a feeling 🙂
Do you mind if I use I use some of this for our song … ❤
Thank you and of course you can, my lullaby friend. I am pleased for you to do so, Tina! 🙂 xx
Even I cry to sleep within my inferno of emptiness
Don’t cry dear one. You are never alone, Yoshiko. Take heart in this my special friend!
Thanks, Penny, for your comfort.