No End In Sight

What was once full is now empty,
the gaping void refusing to close,
a dull feeling of nothing and everything.

Lodged troubles form a dull ache in my chest.
A prison of emotions,
streaming tears, no outlet of release.

I climb a hill only to be faced by a mountain,
here together but each with a separate path.

How can I reach for the stars,
when I can't even reach for your hand?