What have I lost,
To wake up to this feeling?
To be empty,
Scooped out and hollow like a drum.
What did I lose, between sleeping and waking
That my heart screams for
And refuses now to curl up, as in daytime,
At the hearth of my many false hopes,
Burning,
And slumber like it needs to
To keep on beating?
Why
In the moment of waking
Must I feel so naked,
And vulnerable,
And seen?
When there is no one to witness my faltering
But me.
What drives this hollowness?
What takes from me?
What in the world have I lost
In the hours between
Midnight and sunrise,
While my mind rested
From defending my heart,
To make me feel so violently and suddenly alone
That I must rise and seek validation immediately-
That my soul
Is not,
Abruptly,
The only one
That exists?