The Empty Shell
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Jordyn Brundin, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2014
Each lonely night, my heart starts to bleed.
My head full of thoughts, I will never be freed.
So vivid. So sweet; was the sound of your voice.
Your impetuous flee, has led me no choice.
They fall from the sky, and land on my face.
Drop by drop, they begin to race.
The tears of our Mother, observing my pain,
Nothing is left. Nothing to gain.
An end has drawn near, to the life I once cherished.
The hell we fought through, and together, perished.
Our love was endless, as old as time.
The memories we shared, were truly sublime.
But now it's all gone, nothing remains.
Nothing but a girl, defeated by chains.
The chains of despair, misery and hell.
Nothing is left, but an empty shell.