Devoid Of Joy

My life that used to seem so full
only now appears dull
empty quiet and alone
without a real place called home
the days are full of goalless dread
drifting onwards in bad stead
I wish they would get better now
but I have to look and wonder how
with nothing good and nothing bad
the days drift on empty, sad
wasting time as best I can
trying not to think I am
a walking ghost of former self
like the dead but with good health
a smile not seen for days on end
a stalled life I cannot mend
no deaths no lies no major wrongs
yet still I feel I don’t belong
so empty sad and truly hollow
I walk around and try to swallow
down the feelings of sad and hate
the more I try the more I create
old feelings of a broken boy
whose now a man devoid of joy