Empty words
From a hollowed out
Soul.
Beyond
Its best before date
For human interaction.
Who has seen
Too much violence
For a lifetime.
Walking
Through life
Like a zombie.
Just seeking
That final moment
Of true peace.
Where pain ends
And the flashbacks
Disappear.
Before taking
That final breathe
Of good-bye.
Contented
The troubled soul
Has found absolution.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Just something that emerged, as I wrote it.
