Whispered Wanderings

I have become only
this emptiness within.

A darkly hollow, desolate,
and vacant soul-chamber:

unrecognizable memories
of the love that used to live there

now dissipated, like errant sand granules
turned to nothing in a grinding wind-storm.

Betrayal cost me everything
that I used to think I was and

there’s nothing left at all of that me.
Was this by some Grand Design?

To strip me of the person that I thought I was,
so I could become who I’m supposed to be?

If that’s the case, the lesson needs refining:
it shouldn’t leave a person so bereft

so empty, like an impossible bottomless hole
that will never be able to be filled completely,

no matter how much dirt is shoveled in because
my questions are now as empty as my soul.

klm
8/8/24