What’s Wrong with Me?
What’s wrong with me, I ask the void,
This lack of empathy, this heart unmoored.
Once warm bodies, now mere echoes,
their rhythmic heartbeats fading into shadows.
I miss the little giggles, those tiny feet,
Dancing on hardwood floors, a melody sweet.
innocent eyes, trusting and wide,
yet I, their guardian, make them cry.
Am I an empty vessel, devoid of soul?
I was supposed to protect them, yet I’ve lost control.
The home I guard feels fragile, worn,
as time slips through my desperate fingers.