Emptiness Endgame

Empty.
Why do I feel so empty?
I was just filled up to the very brim of my soul.
I was stuffed with knowledge and memories and cafeteria food.
Why do I seem like a shadow of my normal self?
That what I was is now a void, an endless empty chasm.
An eternal echo of a scream that pierced the clouds that mock me.
Even the squirrels and the rabbits I saw pass by me on the scenic drive
Seemed to posses the spring I had in my step, the bounding joy I had in my heart.

Torn.
Why am I feeling so torn apart?
What is it that yanks me in so many different directions
And grinds in my pain and torment like salt on a festering wound
The trickling river of tears and the stinging pain that is a remnant
Of the countdown I knew would reach its inevitable conclusion?

Hope.
This is the feeling I carry inside me now.
This is the emotion that fuels the burning passion that
A reunion can only cure.
I must rejoin my comrades in creativity and stave of the
Army that a depression marshals before us.
I must gather an even deeper strength, amass a herculean effort
To keep my glass half full, when the shell is draining to the emptiness
That almost defeats my every move.

Endgame.
To achieve my every desire.
To regain the memories that hold steadfast in my mind
And beat ever so rapidly in my heart.

I just wish things could get that simple.
Don't you?