I stand in the shadow of the unseen, Waiting for a presence that won’t be.
This hollow ache, this silent scream, A yearning for something that can\'t set me free.
My heart heavy, a gaping hole, Longing for what I do not know,
Embracing the void as it takes its toll, Lost in a haze, no place to go.
Yet in this stillness, whispers speak, A hint of solace, though faint and weak.
Perhaps in time, I’ll find what I seek, Until then, I breathe, endure, be meek.