Empty Soul

• Daniella El Tawil, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2019

He deserves my sympathy,
No children nor wife,
Lost in the past,
An old man, which sadness reflects upon his life,
Haunted by the memories he is afraid to neglect.
Drinking is all he has to ease the pain.
The grey beard, hair long and his face wrinkled, smelling of sorrow.
It was too early.
First his daughter, then his wife.
He’s been plummeting ever since.
Trying to make his life easy, by assisting him.
When all he had remaining was ME.
The past and the present felt the same,
As losing someone took away life’s meaning.
Not one, but two.
I say it’s safe to call him the grief-stricken man in the world.