We The Void

A letter

Dear God

If only I can reach you, I know I will be made whole.

There is a void in me that refuses to be filled. An emptiness so hollow even my thoughts make an echo.

I desire to be whole, I imagine how it feels. The warmth.

I am an empty vessel
I am but a shell of my past and present self. I can not give anymore because I have nothing left in me to give.

I do not know If it is air or water that feels my lungs, either way I drown.

-Lydia Banda