A Hollow Shell

You walk around, a hollow shell,
A frame where love once chose to dwell.
Without a heart, without its beat,
An echo lost in cold retreat.

Your eyes, they burn with veiled disdain,
Your words, sharp arrows dipped in pain.
You shove me out, you close me off,
A fortress built of stone and loss.

You buy the lies, you live those thoughts,
A fragile soul in truth’s onslaught.
You sell your family, leave them lost,
And never weigh the grievous cost.

You dispose of your vows, discard their weight,
A solemn bond turned desolate.
You inflate your worth, a fleeting gain,
A fragile throne of empty fame.

You run and you hide to outrun the pain,
But the shadows of sorrow always remain.
You scatter the hurt to not have to own,
Each piece a wound, and yet your own.

The Spirit is not visible, its light concealed,
Kindness buried, its grace unrevealed.
You crave your freedom, a hollow decree,
Yet loss becomes your victory.

Hope has dwindled, a flame burned low,
Change is scarce, too faint to show.
You trade your fullness for scarcity’s hand,
Grasping at grains of sinking sand.

Isolation is the path you tread,
A road of silence where hope lies dead.
Once, there was light, a tender spark,
Now I’m left grasping in the dark.

Tell me, where did the warmth depart?
Who stole the pulse of your still heart?
And is there hope, though faint, restrained,
To mend the love that once remained?