Empty
Doubts rip through my mind
Leaving nothing but the
Smoldering ruins of whom
I once was in its wake.
A shadow of who I was
Begins to emerge from
The ruins. Ash filled smoke
Rises and greets the sky
With the acridity of life
And all its misery.
Nothing seems right yet
They believe I’m okay.
Nothing is wrong
Yet everything is wrong.
I'm okay but I'm not;
I'm whole but I'm broken.
I'm still breathing yet I'm dead;
Where do I go from here?
Silence asks unanswerable questions
And I flounder for an answer,
But there is no answer to be found.
I am no longer me.
I am a shadow of who I once was.
I am nothing.
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