Empty
I don’t feel passionate anymore
As if it’s all been sucked out of me
And I’m dry
As if the water that used to flow
Evaporated
And what’s left is sand, rock
Concrete
And I’m left with something new
That I don’t recognize
Forced to adapt
But what does it mean?
Where am I going?
And when will the rain come to fill
This gap
This poem is about:
Me