All That Is Left

the tears dried up

the memories faded,

all the remained 

was the emptiness.

Hollow

it is the closest feeling i can attribute to

whatever this is that i am

i did not create this

but i am stuck with this

and i am horrified that once again

i will be left with the hunger

the need

the want

for what?

to be whole again

to fill the chasm 

to close the wound that has been torn 

into the very fabric of my being.

there is no feeling, no warmth,

like a corpse

all i am left with is the emptiness of what was

and what will never be

do the dead rise? 

what is dead may never die indeed