There Is Emptiness Inside Me (From, To Oscar) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is emptiness inside me,
From the days that have gone by;
Will I ever feel or see,
What makes summer hours high.

Where is all this going now,
That I feel just slipping away;
What lies further down the row,
In the coming of next day.

I have felt the inside pain,
For being all on my own;
Now I search through streets in vain,
So I won't be more alone.

All the laugh I had and cry,
Have made my thoughts more serve;
I can't ask the reason why,
Only wondered and be aware.

There is emptiness inside me,
All my longings are around;
When will I be from them free,
Where is love again to be found.

Is there a reason to go on,
With all this loneliness inside;
Where have brighter reasons gone,
Why has gladness been denied.