Instinct

This feeling
of complete emptiness
and loss.
Like a whole,
that will never be
filled again.
I wait for the right
piece
to finish my puzzle,
and pray I don't loss another.

This feeling
of complete tragedy
This really isn't
new to me.
I wait for someone to build the other side,
given up hope.
Been years since
I last cried.

I sit in my carriage,
a circle carriage of fate.
Wonder how long I'll have to wait...