Little hopes, successes, failures and fears,
all sealed in a few boxes.
Boxes all around me,
But blur is all that I see -
Through a pallid film of tears.
Memories come back to haunt,
So much they do taunt,
that emptiness is all I feel.
No sadness for goodbyes,
No happiness for new ties,
Nothing at all.
Just a feeling of dread,
That envelopes me like a shroud,
Sometimes emptiness is the best thing you can ever feel.