Dawning

i came alone, to foreign space,
lost in time, adrift in place.

as unwholesome thoughts collide,
i strain to calm my core by will,
yet these questions won't subside:
can't my nagging voice be still?

defeat i know, and understand,
but i am Fallen-- if i have a place!--
so what does this distress demand?
my lonely hope in Truth's embrace:

hello, Mirror? --i need to know:
have i always been this hollow?