The Echoes of Hollow

By the fading of hope I stand,

With an empty, open hand.

The past returns to call again,

Softly, like the falling of the rain.

Not a stranger, but a guest,

To put this weary soul to rest.

The beating heart within is still,

A void no living breath can fill.

The soul they knew exists no more,

The spirit walks the earth nevermore.

A phantom in a shell of bone,

Walking down the hollow path alone.

The world is cold, its light is dim,

A somber, gray and quiet hymn.

No sound remains within this place,

But shadows in an empty space.

To bear the weight, to pay the cost,

Living with the echoes of the lost.