The Missing Pieces

The missing pieces leave a vacancy in my wound. Heartache drains all the energy I need. Doubt screams into my ear, sounding like a thousand trumpets blaring off at once. Mellow speeches feel numb. Nothing can seem to replace the missing pieces.

My body hungers for the missing pieces. I feel deprived. Searching for the missing pieces, something more than what it may seem. Silence overflows my heart. My mind has fallen apart. I have forgotten my hope.