My heart is empty as the wind
That blows across the barren plain;
The visions lately I have seen
But cannot yet explain —
I’ve seen my life a funeral pyre,
I’ve glimpsed the heart made out of stone;
And I am empty as the wind
That blows out here
Alone
That seems very sad. Strangely, I felt this alone-ness too…yesterday. It made me feel sad, but…then I made myself come out of it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Me, too.
LikeLike