Numb

Laying in bed staring at the ceiling,

the only thing left in me is this numb feeling.

I search for a grasp,

a grip,

a clasp,

of anything I could hold,

but everything is gone,

I'm empty.

I still search for the feelings of you,

but they have left my body, my mind, my soul.

The only thing left of me is this cast,

this mold, 

just a shell of my existence in this world we call home.

I've been left alone,

you were my home,

now I will die alone,

trapped in this lifeless soul,

that you have turned to stone.