I feel empty.
        a
   S   h  t t  r ed.
                        e                                  ­            

                                                               ­             Alone.

Like a canteen left in the dry arid desert behind the wilting Mojave Aster. As if someone had forgotten about it, half filled with water. The missing spaces like a reverberating echo.
Lost
        Lost
               Lost
                      
Like a storm cloud building as the pressure from air currents rises and the accumulated condensation of the world rest on it's shoulders, but the heavens never burst. There will be no torrents of power to wash clean away the earth.