Symptoms of A Lost Soul
The void in my chest aches as it searches for something to fill it.
No longer beating, the heart dies.
With nothing there to hold it together, the soul breaks.
So I sit here empty and unfeeling waiting for the brisk cold to wake my sleeping being.
My eyes give nothing but blank stares.
Dried up wells that once overflowed with tears,
Now too tired to cry.
My once steady hands tremble with a fierceness unknown.
The mind once prided on its calmness, now reduced to nothing but chaotic thoughts.
Slowly the false reality believed to be falls apart,
Bringing the truth of my existence to an end.
B. L. Davis
