Soul - Empty

My soul is empty.

I walk around this vacated room, my footsteps echoing. Their stuccato beats bouncing off of walls no longer covered by colorful canvases of memories drawn by a past worth remembering.

I amble down halls vacant of laughter, void of joy. I am overcome by the absence of anything of substance within in this space.

I step out into a vast wasteland of burnt out emotions, wasted effort and bankrupt mentalities. It is a barren tundra of lost causes and broken dreams.

In this existence, I find no purpose. In this reality, I find no resolve.

All I feel is emptiness, a nothingness of character.

I know a longing for my soul to be filled.

For it is empty.