Have I devoured all that is me?
   Am I alone... lost...
       wandering these halls?
W
       h
   e
     r
     e
   are my friends,
my voices,
stand silent...  
Were they ever there...?  
                   Stomach
                     w
                        r
                      e
                     n
                       c
                      h
                     i
                      n
                     g.
Hunger...  Unrelenting hunger... It seems that too much life and time has passed between us.
                Now, I sit in shadows,
       waiting for my voices to return.
Lurking... Rotting... Longing.
What have I done.
Why have my voices  forsaken me?

Where is the tower that once stood proud?  
     Where is the sea that once raged in my soul.
Mighty trees in my forest; roots once ran so deep.
              Now termites feast upon them.
My body,
now a hollowed stump.
     I feel I will always be here...  
                       Even when  
                      no one else is.