The void in my life is deep and gaping,
Dragged along bottom, hopelessly scraping,
You stole so many unrealized memories,
And exchanged them for wild iniquities.
How do I regain all that was taken?
Or determine the gravity of what I've forsaken?
I must believe atonement is possible,
And that we humans are, all of us, fallible.
To continue to endure after years of pain,
And attempt to gather the strength to maintain,
Is no simple task that you have left,
For, of a sense of self, I am bereft.
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