A found emptiness

A Poem by Hopeindeath

The strain of a relationship and the futility of finding answers

I was almost engaged once. An average little thing. Quite the b***h actually. It was one of the things she learned to perfect. That and selling things I didn't crave. A life that could be written by a college professor teaching the American Dream 101. 3 kids, white picket fence and a drab house with a porch. happily ever after so it seemed. While my mind took the bait. My heart the fickle thing it is jumped ship. I went with it and there ended the drab dream, a five year investment paying 0 in dividends. Leaving me in debt instead to a cold reality that the life I set myself up seeking is an illusion. Perhaps it's for the best, perhaps it was the biggest mistake I could've made. All I know is the fire that never existed is still an empty hearty.