hollowed out

hollowed out
empty and cold
drained and drawn
truth be told

where is my soul
my life my relief
what do i have
when there is no belief

i step and i walk
trying not to falter
i trip and i fall
but my path will not alter

death is inviting
a warm release
nothing to fear
no one to please

what would i change
if only i could
not a single moment
would do any good

watch and wince
as i make my mistakes
but just understand
how many tries life takes…