Note: This is again in Zuko's POV. It's a non-rhyming poem. I hope you like it. Please give me any opinions or advice. Thank you.

I Am Empty

Those days,

They were so pure.

The Sun glistened,

The grass waved freely in the delicate wind.

The air was eternally warm.

My long black hair danced with the breeze.

My golden eyes gleamed in the sunlight.

I ran through the meadows,

And swam freely in the rivers.

Life seemed perfect.

My heart was full.

I had it all.

My mother still stood beside me,

My sister was still innocent.

My father hid his evil, conceited ways.

But how are these memories true?

How can they exist?

My life is torn;

I'm alone in this world.

My honor,

My pride,

Are gone.

I am empty.

That part of my life is over.

I stand here,

Exiled from my home,

Exiled from those memories.

They've vanished.

I've lost my heart.

I've lost my soul.

I am empty.