Lost

I float through each day uninspired.
Hovering, looking at the view, passerby's admired.
Emptiness fills my hollow pen.
Devote of emotion I try to invoke feeling, but fail again.
Hollow husk blown away, by the unrelenting wind.
Writing thoughts, I can't say. Confessions aloud, are just pretend.
I wish I could break free, but each day follows the same trend.

A contemplative intoxicated sheep, surrounded by lions, quick to judge.
Public evaded, I ponder what is, and question what once was.
Secretly hated by most, for never emitting false love.
Possibly too quick to quit, but I can never fall back on shattered trusts.
My hole is simply too deep. Clenched fists unable to fit, conforming gloves.

Lost, I've lost the will to live. Optimism flipped, dreams once cheery, now crushed.