A Sense Of Emptiness
< center>I feel empty inside,
robbed of its passion: my spirit has died.
It was a deftly theft;
no trace of trust is left,
I am 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,
I'm a tear in the sea
where no one hears my plea:
while my future looks 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
and it has cramped my style,
fantasies become a poor substitute.
The victim of a lie,
my heart is a place where dreams go to die.
For hope cannot exist
where fantasies desist;
and nagging doubts resist
attempts to trust in love, or even try.
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