Uninspired

You were left hollow,

Empty like a vacuum.

You became dense, numb

To all external stimuli.

There was the time,

When you used to touch the sky,

You stood for something.

Yet now,

You are but a shard,

A fragment of your long lost glory.

Broken down, crushed

Left to nothing but a

Crack in the glass.

I was there,

Right next to you,

Feeling powerless at happened,

At what she did to you.

I could not find the

Fragments that had been lost,

Nor could I heal the

Crack you had become.

I cannot save you

From what you are becoming,

Neither can I save myself

As you make me uninspired.

She has left us all,

Yet she still survives,

In you,

In your mind.

In a labyrinth,

Where she holds you captive.

Your mind a prisoner of

Its own creation,

Needing to be rescued,

From your uninspired love.

And when life will

Once again overflow the vacuum,

We will rise once again.