Hollow,
carved out emptiness
replacing shake-able joy,
until it's just a gnawing ache.

Grieving streaks
drip in streams,
Covering my trembling face in
broken, bleeding etchings.

A crushing burden,
to breathe in the morning,
and carry as the sinking sun
dips below the fading horizon.

Another day, another loss.
A bitter pill to take.