the hollow

evening falling - a soft lamenting
I find myself in desolation
In a haze between wake and sleep
not heaven nor hell
A place where the grieving go

I am there
When darkness falls
I hear my sons voice, calling my name
Unable to answer his outcry

Darkness and hollow
Overtaken by sorrow
It’s the present and the past
But there is no tomorrow

Time has stopped
In this purgatory of shattered hopes
I hear his cries, I see his shadow
My hands will never hold him again