Blunt Knives

Oh Lord.
This hollowness in my chest
This emptiness
This longing
It's killing me
My heart,
It's beating
Beating in a way
that I hope it just stops.
The more it beats
The more I feel the ache
The quicker it's pace
The more I feel as I am being stabbed
With the most blunt of knives
Slowly piercing in
Repeatedly cutting through

I've been here long before
I should be stronger
I should be immuned to this pain
But Lord why
Why do I have to go through this again

Lord
Forgive me
Is missing someone
A deathly sin?
If this is a sin
Then I am forever condemned