Emptiness (Part 2; It Grows) (Kyrielle Sonnet)

A Poem by Poetic Omens

The growing feeling of being empty,
Makes me wonder if God really sent me.
He gave me oh such a weak man's will.
Without my blood, it cannot be filled.

He gave me the moments that I hold dear,
He makes them vanish and it gives me fear.
I wish I can just make time stand still,
Then my unspoken words can be filled.

It seems to be hard to keep one friend.
I never believed good things have an end.
But sometimes, time is simply to kill...
So somehow, the time must be filled.

Its because my heart is always empty,
My heart can never be filled.