In the hollow of my heart (Marcella Boccia)

There is a place no light can reach,
no lover’s hand, no whispered prayer,
a silent wound too deep for speech,
a hollow carved by time and air.
The winds may howl, the tides may turn,
yet nothing fills the space I keep,
where embers ache but never burn,
where echoes sing but never weep.
No key, no name, no voice, no art
could ever mend or tear apart
the void that breathes, the ghost that dwells
within the hollow of my heart.