What becomes of the broken hearted

I recently found this and was something I wrote many years ago. A few more of these things may pop up here once in a while. Hope you enjoy reading it

The emptiness of inside
like everlasting space
a perpetual hole
ceaseless with no end
unable to be determined
ever since
eliminated by an action of the soul
isolated from the world
thoughts that raise the downpour of emotions
a plethora of questions
asking the "y"
deep down
sadness persists
never leaving like a hunger unable to be appeased
rare are moments of content
always solemn
infrequently at peace
like a boat in the storm
unable, unwilling to steer
he sun in the soul has vanished
the spirit has become inhabitable
idealisms and dreams forever shattered
so what becomes of the broken hearted?