Having only ever experienced love in a room dark with suspicions <br />She really had no clue as to the depth of the incisions love can make <br />When preformed by a surgeon who knows how to cut <br />Or the drunkeness it can induce <br />When mixed by a deceptive hand and then <br />Sipped on an empty heart <br />No one ever explained to her in terms she could fully understand <br />How impossible it is to meet the needs and demands <br />Of someone outside of oneself <br />Happiness is so elusive and just another void <br />Created by a need for loving and for being loved <br />It will always be confused for that which it is not...Love itself <br />And while loving someone only fills the void for awhile <br />It does not, cannot and will never replace it <br />The void is always there <br />Constantly demanding to be filled <br />Like a pothole of the soul.... <br />And no one has a shovel.... <br />Having only ever experienced love in a room dark with suspicions <br />She really had no clue.... <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voids-which-can-never-be-filled/
