I lye awake in an empty room
Full of sorrow, pain, and loneliness
I ponder on the past
Dreaming of the future
Hoping for possibilities of love and a prosperous life
I take a deep breathe
Like that of a meditative sigh of relief
But yet, the strain of life continues
My emptiness remains a dark hole
Do I move on, or sit?
Must I keep dreaming or waken?
Words do not begin to describe my anguish
Life is an unchanging blur of hollowness
Can I--will I ever escape the pit of my emotionless dream
The emptiness of life, hollow boundaries of faith
May I love again, or lye and wait
Love has forgotten me, and so I shall wait.
