This poem was written when a loved one in my family was in jail. I felt so heart-torn that I wrote it for her.

An Empty Room

The emptiness I feel inside,
is a dark never ending hole.
Something has taken her far away,
taken her and eaten her soul.

Eaten alive is painful and true
slow and ugly and sure.
Why did she look for this suicide?
Asked for it but not for a cure.

You may think the one I write about
is dead and cold in the ground.
But that's not true, she's still alive
In body and mind she's around.

An evil presence is in her now
a desire that is unknown to me.
That made her into someone else
An existence that just cannot be.

Her room is empty and quiet,
the walls cry out her name,
I want her back, safe and secure
Ever burnt from the evils flame.

I yearn for her safety and life,
each night I pray she'll return...
I want her back, happy and whole
From her maybe we could all learn.