What I feel

Sometimes the soul hurts
It hurts a lot, It hurts so much
that sneaks to your bones
Sometimes you can not express
With words.

A tear slips
the cheek that will not touch
Because he's gone
The house has been closed
Everything is over. The collapse arrived.

I feel empty
That is not filled with anything
Avidity of something
That still does not arrive
But from now on
I'm not satisfied.

It may seem paradoxical
But be and not be
It's so different for some
Although very different for others
For me, not being is the end.