Pangs of grief and emptiness
throb from within.
I can never forget the joys,
that is why I cry.
I have lost a love,
I have lost a passion, a zeal,
my purpose.
My identity stripped.
I can no longer say what I am
for what I once was, is now
separated.
Now I am nothing,
no one.
I agonize over what once was,
what was is dead, and with it,
so am I.