Empty

Aimless winds slither around.
matched only by the pain in my heart,
my soul was taken,
Greedy enthusiasm advances always.
why can I not be so mean,
is it the forgiving nature that kills me always?
the wind blows away the paper thin specks of my shattered heart from the bottom of my now empty stomach,
once life lived their,
a shared life that no longer breaths and eats,
I am empty inside,