Emptiness
By Rupert11

Sinking, drowning, slowly drifting away
from the world above.  All of my
connections to that place, my bonds, 
my relationships, broken, one-by-one.
Despondency is the name of the disease,
it eats away at all I once cared for.
Cold, alone, isolated.
I am here in form, but not in mind.
My being, my essence has floated off to 
some distant planet, leaving behind a hollow vessel.

- Michael