I was once

I was once the music
that filled the air with song,
but now I am the void
of the song that I now long.

I was once the poem
that filled a heart with grace,
but now I am the emptiness
of the missing poem's space.

I was once the picture
that filled a mind with awe,
but now I am the blank canvas
of what they could have saw.

I was once a person
happy, kind, full of glee-
but now I am the gloomy soul
who wants to be set free.

-lj
3 September 2017