Empty and Cold

What's wrong with you 

why do you act so confused?

what's happening to us?

are we at the end of goodbyes?

empty and cold is your soul 

while you are growing old 

my pains are upon the wall 

painted in my blood,

come and observe my wounds 

did it make you blue?

did you get ill with the Flu?

why I ask know you know more 

about my lonely past

when our love has taken a turn

for the aggressive side.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980