Old News...

Thrown in the trash like
yesterday’s newspaper.
Useless, old news.
Life is black,
time stands still.
My mind on hold,
my heart stops.
My soul leaves my body
and hovers above.
The casing that once was me
has lost purpose.
It’s purpose was defined by love.
When love was lost
it’s purpose disappeared.
Hovering soul, retrieve
that empty casing.
Hollow casing, rise
to that waiting soul.
Open that mind,
start that heart.
I must find love to
regain life. Without love
there is no purpose.