Autopsy

Zao

And what shall I do?

I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue.

They make their way back to my thoughts.

Still crafted by a still soul.

I move my eyes around trying to find a place to rest.

I can't see it but I feel the light

Someone tell us we are loved

Someone take the pain away

Someone fill up the void

Someone fix my broken heart

Are you that someone?