A part

I feel emptier than a hole.
Basking in self pity
Unable to be consoled.
I walk through this city
A victim of circumstance
a child Left behind from this atrocity.
Awaiting divine intervention.
To never see you rsmile,
To never hear your laugh
Is enough to drive me out
Into a hapless existence.
A soul so dead
It may as well be me left in the ground.