Empty (poem)

For memories unremembered, glories died ignoble deaths.
For moments sworn to ever last, and yet I did forget.
To have again what once I had, ere it became my past.
To have a past alive in me, as time were not so fast.
You'll name no mighty price for which such gifts would not suffice.

Alas what made me is not in me.
I look like me, but I am empty.

Do I look like me, once among the best?
Could it be all history, dead and laid to rest?
Question for a question, the answer in the mirror
Does as I, speaks as I, convincing I'm not here.
Life or soul you'll name no fee, too high to not be empty.