***

There is no space in this heart anymore
To be truly impressed, or to capture an awe.
How could I feed, when the field kept no grain?
I cannot feel, sentiments float away.

Tho', once I beheld in my restless soul
Breeze's nonchalant, befriending flow,
Waters of hope, streeming blithe,
Other emotional fruitful breed.

Now ashes fall like winter flakes,
Polluting the place (it's God-forsaken)
Like smouldering pages,
I guess, it needs its' Hero of Ages.

(This interpretation of an inner state is Inspired by Brandon Sanderson's "Cosmere" Universe: vast, beautiful, inviting)