Hollow.

I am a hollowed tree.
I once was beautiful,
prideful.
People benefitted from my existence.
Too many things taken,
I've been reduced to a hollow shell.
My leaves,
burned.
My core,
eaten away.
My branches,
ripped and torn.
I am alone with my hollow ways.
Never having any fulfillment,
there's no more joy.
No more sadness either.
I am alone,
Hollow.
To continue to just 'be'
without a purpose.
Without a downfall.
I am alone.
Hollow.