The worst of feelings is taking over.
Stronger than hatred, worse than emptiness.
Forgotten is the light of happiness, the strength of joy.
They are all drowned out by this one feeling.
The flowers that never were,
The petals that bloom and die.
The stare that is blank and empty,
The look that is for someone over there.
The crowded room has turned into a desert.
The desert has turned into a vast and empty void.
Friends have turned into strangers, people who I have never known
There is no one else to take their place; I�m left broken in this space.
~Lindsay
