A Sense of Emptiness
I feel empty inside;
robbed of its passion, my spirit has died.
It was a deftly theft,
no trace of trust was left;
so I'm feeling bereft,
and can't shake that feeling; God knows I've tried.
A shadow in the dark;
my soul has lost its spontaneous spark.
Poor invisible me,
no one can hear my plea;
a teardrop in the sea,
my fate is looking increasingly stark.
My inner voice goes mute;
when the pain of loneliness grows acute,
and faith's put on trial.
I've not smiled in a while,
it hardly seemed worthwhile;
for once love leaves, hope is no substitute.
The victim of a lie,
my heart is a place where dreams go to die.
For they cannot exist
where fantasies desist;
and nagging doubts resist
attempts to trust in love or even try.
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