Emptiness
Echoes of loneliness
Stabbing at my aching soul
Reminders of she who stole my heart
with false caresses and words tainted with deceit
Foolishly gave in turned my back to the world of the sane
she still owns a piece of my being even as she denies my loves existence
I will now put up the walls I had once created to defend against this now real ending
Blackness
Emptiness
Echoes of loneliness
Stabbing at my aching soul


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That's a strong image you've created with the tree of life for your poem's background. I'm thinking it proffers hope to the situational aspect of the poem...
Writing is healing, isn't it?