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The Empty Room

Words have all run out of breath,

I have no more to say

I’m sitting in a silent dark

And waiting for an end. 

But there is nothing left to do,

And nothing left to think.

I’m standing at the very edge,

About to stop and sink.

My feelings and my future plans

Are shattered on the floor.

The person that I used to be

Is gone forevermore.

My present is a hollow shell,

My dreams have turned to dust.

I’ve lost the strength to try again;

I’ve lost the power to trust.

I thought the Lord who made my soul

Would know my spirit well.

They told me He could see the truth

Inside this living hell.

He knows my name, He knows my face,

He knows my every bone.

But knowing me is not enough

When I am this alone.

It breaks my heart to realize,

With tears upon my face,

That though He sees me where I sit,

He does not feel this place.

To be so known, but not understood,

Is the sharpest pain of all.

He watches as I lose my grip,

He watches as I fall.

I have no more to win or lose,

No hope to keep me here.

The end is calling out my name,

And I no longer fear.

I’ll pull the heavy curtain down,

I’ll let the silence grow.

I’m saying my goodbye to life;

I’m ready now to go.

-Jairam Kshirasagar 

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