Life that came with instructions.

I can't comprehend how I feel yet its not leaving me.
It has stolen my presence yet leaving me alive.
Why does it feel so ominous,
so foreshadowing?

Define "something".
Because some things in life just can't be defined.
Needing a familiar voice,
yet robbing that sound.

Once again,
a hug has gone wandering to sought.
Resting in Your arms.
For this trembling metal piece crumbles.