As empty as I am now,
Nothing exists but me.
No dreams, no purpose found,
Just wandering aimlessly.

How can emptiness be so vast,
A chasm deep and wide?
Can't even feel this void,
As if it tries to hide.

Body and soul entwined,
A shadow and a ghost.
Waiting for a whisper,
From something once known most.

In the stillness of the night,
A riddle yet untold.
Seeking hidden answers,
To make this heart a home.

Peace, love's gentle calm
Soothes the soul's darkest night's pain
Healing hearts entwine

In a realm of nails and walls,  
Where hammers echo their calls,  
One last nail, by fate ordained,  
Misses its mark, the hand is pained.  

The nail, innocent in its stance,  
The wall claims victim in the dance,  
The hammer, guided, seeks no blame,  
While the hand, wounded, shares its pain.  

Amidst the chorus of guilt and plea,  
In this realm of responsibility,  
It's the wall that bears the weight,  
For in the end, it seals its fate.  

In the tapestry of fault and strife,  
The wall alone carries the price,  
For in this tale of nail and hand,  
The wall, in silence, takes its stand.

In the endless maze, trapped, alone,
Lost forever, a silent groan.
Then, a figure, a guiding star,
Showing the way, near and far.

Endless thanks, to him we send,
Till eternity, our gratitude won't end.
Yet few recall, in memory's net,
The one who saved, lest we forget.

Forgotten by most, in the shadow's fold,
Trapped forever, in stories untold.
But in our hearts, the memory stays,
Of the special one, in eternal praise.