Abandoned With A Foreign Feeling Poem by Robert Beksinski

I am empty

I lost it all

Left torn like a piece of paper

Swiftly falling into the fire

My ashes blown away

What have I become

No longer do I hold a reflection

This face I do not recognize

I wish I could just sleep

In my puddle of failure

If I could rip my heart

From this prison of a chest

I would give it to you

It’s the only thing left

Of the man you once knew

Besides, it was never mine to keep

It always belonged to you