Poetry

The heart's black hole,
Draining what life has to seek,
The potential of goodness,
Making all who is dead and weak,
 
Inside and out,
Through the mind and soul,
A blackened observation,
Slowly becoming cold,
 
Determined by a scale,
Beginning small, ending big,
Seems no way to cure this,
When it becomes a way to live,
 
Many ways to become heartless,
A cure in my mind,
But empathy is much stronger,
And I never have the time,
 
I attempt to end one's suffering,
With an open minded heart,
I continue to eat their pain,
Though it is tearing me apart,
 
There always seems a spark,
Where it begins to fade,
The smile of a loved one,
I wish it would stay,
 
As hope begins to build,
A crushing reality hits,
The pain slowly returns,
In the heart is where it sits,
 
Depression becomes fatal,
There is no way out,
Life has become diminishing,
Is this what life's about?