Poem: Hollow and void

Hollow.
Listen to wind blow through me.
You could fill this void
and yet you stand idle.
Watch the burning embers die.
watch the burning skies,
watch the burning tides,
and watch the world pass me by.
Few could save me, but I watch them go about their tasks.
watching.
My voice leaves me. . .
when I try ask for help.
People say they're busy, and I know they are but. . .
a friend in need. . .
is. . .
right. . .
gone.