Something is missing, a void in my chest,
Not people, nor music, nor art’s gentle zest.
Not even the sport I once held so dear,
Something unseen whispers close to my ear.

It’s within me, a shadow I can’t quite define,
A piece of the puzzle that’s no longer mine.
Perhaps I’ve forgotten, lost sight of a key,
A truth that once rooted the essence of me.

Indifference swirls, a tempest untamed,
Leading to thoughts I dare not have named.
Paths unlit by the light of the sane,
Fingers trace patterns of...