My soul is empty,
a vacant room
with dusty windows.
My head overflows
with thoughts
that can't be written or spoken.
Abandoned buildings
littered in broken glass
and empty promises
of content hours
and sunshine moments:
this is my heart,
empty, cracked
thrown and tossed away
I am blank
like the walls in seedy motels.
You used to cover my emptiness
with your words.
and deep voiced callings
filled my emptiness
and I could feel
my soul shining,
sunlight through stained glass.
an now,
muted with tones of gray,
hues of heartbreak and doubt.
I wish I could stop waiting
for the colors to return.