Echoes of an Emptied Heart

I never understood the metaphor "A heart that's ripped out" Until my heart Finally Was ripped out. Instead A massive black hole swells in my chest Consuming everything Sapping every ounce of hope and zest Devouring all energy, peace, memories, and meaning... Unease gnaws in the back of my mind I do believe things happen for a reason But I wish, just once, the time would rewind Maybe this try I would luckily awaken... I take a brief glimpse into the dark abyss Into the gap inside that fills the space The space inside that feeds on hate Where the misery and the savage rage sit. My problem is I never healed I just kept going Until this void is sealed, The hate rush is still overflowing I'm neither hurt, Nor empty. All I can feel is that I'm half full of poems and the remnants that I am... Which is worse, I Believe I'm twisted, moulded into this creature... Hence I will not love A non artist Ever again...