©2011 Syneeda Penland
Isolated from the rest of the world
a lost soul, lonely, extremely shy.
Weightless like a drifting feather
free to roam and soar the open skies.
Empty like the pit of a well
when there’s no rain.
My soul is hollow,
once filled with love
now lies completely dry.
Pain is the torment in my heart
revealed from a single glance
when you look into my dying eyes.
Still is the moment in time
when there’s no motion,
our tender lives passes us by.
Breathless, to inhale and breathe again
I ask myself, “To go on living... Should I try?”
Numb, when there’s no more pain,
agony or emotion, my body lifeless when I die.