Where did it all go?

Whimpers of sorrow resonate in my vacant heart.
Feelings which haunt me day and night.
Everyday.
Especially when I am alone.
My heart feels heavy and weak.
A lump of muscle losing its way.
So tired.
My aching heart.
Battered by strife.
Dread creeping in,
Taking a stronghold.
Pounding away at crumbling walls.

Floor boards creaking in this dilapidating place,
My secret place.
Tip toeing around fragile feelings.
Denying reality to delve in what’s left.
Tip toeing around dreams I once had.
Merciless time,
Moving with every breath I take.
Soon my dreams will die.
The silence broken only by echoes of a shattered and weary heart.