Conundrum Poem by Caroline Bulleck

A soul wondering between life and death. An unfillable void.
A heart blackened and unfeeling.
Stuck in one place, a bird with no wings. The light in me has long been extinguished, only darkness remains. Death must be this cold.
If I could just feel pain. I'd give anything to feel.
I would give anything to see through the fog.
I have nothing to give. All I have are the tears drenching this page and the broken, shattered remains of my soul.
I'm not bitter even though this loneliness is overwhelming.
I have nothing left in me, the ones I hold dear are just out of my reach.
I run and run but can't catch them. This is the last part of me I can explain or found words for.
I'm walking dead surrounded by the life I was supposed to live.
Too weak to live but too strong to die. What a conundrum