It's 8:11 am, and I feel hollow.
I don't know why there is a hole in my psyche, my heart, my soul.
This feeling  of unrest and unbalance
Like something is missing
Empty.

I worry, I wonder,  and I hope
I hope my fears are unfounded
I hope against hope that my loved ones are safe.
I have a stirring,  a tingle
I dread being right, but know someday
That day will come.

That day when I'll have to say goodbye.
To someone I love
Someone I admire
Someone I trust
And that future hurts my heart
And leaves me bare.

I have the feeling
This hollow
A void I hope to fill with light.
But now,
Just for now
I'm empty.