I Once Had The Love Of My Children

I miss this more than anything
It just isn't anymore
I've had part of my soul cut out
I've had their emptiness replaced
With burning coal
Melting through my being
It's a death of unimaginable proportions

I wake up each day
To feel the burned out core of my being
I can feel the wind whistling through
The breadth and depth of my emptiness
I know the sin committed against me
And I forgive my wife
Her religious crimes

But there is no recapitulation
There is nothing to replace my innards
There is only the roar of my emptiness
I am on the beach of sea shells
I sit here quietly
Listening to the screams
I feel swept into the maelstrom of disregard