The Emptiness

The empty feeling, a hollow ache, A shadowed void I cannot shake. No meaning to this life I tread, Just silent echoes in my head.

The world spins on, yet I stand still, No spark to light, no guiding will. The colors fade, the days grow gray, And purpose seems so far away.

No interest calls, no joy takes root, My heart is quiet, my voice is mute. Tasks once cherished now feel bare, Their weight too much for me to bear.

And though the world is full of sound, No one close can yet be found. To share this weight, this silent plea, To truly know what’s haunting me.

I yearn for words to bridge this space, For warmth, for solace, for embrace. But here I stand, adrift, alone, A fragile heart carved out of stone.

Yet somewhere deep, a flicker glows, A timid hope that softly shows. Perhaps one day, the clouds will part, And light will heal this weary heart.