Boundless Void

This piece is still unfinished and I've added bits and pieces over the period of about 2 months. Unsure where to go from here. So, your suggestions, reviews and comments are welcomed and appreciated.

In every wake awakened, an aimless pattern - this life is getting old.
A hollow mass I've barely filled. Fortune does not favor the bold.
Praying for forgiveness before turning in at night...an opportunity, a chance to make things right.
Once a life was in the palm of a hand, seeming to be held... with realization of happenings and events, again it's fulfillment failed.
A boundless void more painful than any eye can see. Yearning for the intended placement that now, only used to be.