I’ve poured it out on these pages
for what feels like forever
And here I am now
seeking words to say
and finding less than nothing
An absent void of emotion
No well from which to draw
This heart is empty now
I don’t know what to think or feel
Just floating through the days
No story left to write or share
Not a thing to add
The language left me long ago
All I have are memories
Like dust they drift away
And I struggle
to fill the spaces left
inside and out
