An empty heart,
No joy from victory,
No warmth from success.
Bereft of feeling,
Emotions numbed.
Difficult to savour the moment,
Knowing the next challenge will be bigger.
Empty heart,
Empty soul.
Endure the hard times,
The sun will still rise tomorrow,
Although I will not feel its light or heat.
Days do not feel new, merely a continuation of the past.
The cycle will break,
Until then,
Faith will carry me along the dark path.
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