Ink Unfiltered

What’s wrong with me, I ask the void, This lack of empathy, this heart unmoored. Once warm bodies, now mere echoes, their rhythmic heartbeats fading into shadows.

I miss the little giggles, those tiny feet, Dancing on hardwood floors, a melody sweet. innocent eyes, trusting and wide, yet I, their guardian, make them cry.

Am I an empty vessel, devoid of soul? I was supposed to protect them, yet I’ve lost control. The home I guard feels fragile, worn, as time slips through my desperate fingers.