This is something I wrote ages ago, when things were not going too terribly well at home. This was written in winter, in a truck, on post, in the dark ...I was watching the snow come down and trying to stay warm in between doing perimeter checks and spotlighting bunnies and the occasional junkyard dog.
Love Lost?
Emptiness
where love used to be
Darkness
no hope of light.
Pain
in place of desire
Aching
with no respite.
Existence
in place of life
Apathy
no will to fight.
Me?
'I' am no more
Gone
from your sight.