Future at Fault

*I'm going through my old poetry that I wrote to vent out my feelings when I was at my lowest points and "recycling" it. My hope is to keep the emotion while amping up the prose just a bit. My style has since changed and poetry doesn't come to me quite like it used to. I hope this "recycling" will help me find a poetic voice that matches both the writing style I've adopted and my current outlook on life.

What's this?

This emptiness inside

A hole where something else should be

A husk

Where the wind whistles by

I think this emptiness is me

Mindless routine

Without thought or try

A future I'm unable to see

I fight

For a future to take wing

For a future that may not come to be