Love That Sinking Feeling

"All Sins are attempts to fill Voids." - Simone Weil 

I am full of six foot holes 

where people chose to 

--hollow me out--

instead of fill me in. 

Like a flower without daylight, 

I have grown twisted and small. 

The soil I put my roots in 

--an inherited graveyard 

of the Anonymous Dead--

I live on the fluids of their decay. 

And I'm so tired of searching for meaning 

in the things that I do

swimming in this cesspool of anxiety, 

I am slowly sinking. 

It seems I've let myself get carried away again. 

Like a choke chain on a dog, 

I feel you reign me in. 

Though I am desperate to escape you, 

I am yours to do as you please. 

So I fill myself with Vices 

                                       --just to fill the gaps 

while I wait for you to realize 

that too much time has elapsed 

since you last showed me you cared. 

Dead or Alive

--I suppose it doesn't matter:

                                           I am not a Wanted Woman. 

So I will suckle on these epitaphs, 

of my family history 

a study in vanity and pride, so vast 

it will swallow me whole. 

I am an Unlovable Monster; 

just another notch on some 

Obscure Gentleman's bedpost 

--and for all their civility, 

they could never stand to settle for a wretch 

...like me. 

So please accept my smiles and eager caresses, 

for I have nothing else to give, 

and please speak softly 

when you ask me to leave. 

I promise I will pass like a shadow, 

in the fading light of day--

you'll get no scars from me, no, you'll get no scars from me. 

Though I am a ruthless stray 

left too long on my own, 

I only hope they do not put me down 

when you drop me back at the pound. 

Because I am full of six foot holes 

where people chose to 

--hollow me out--

instead of 

fill me in--

Reviews

[Steven Cash]

Nice job

[perfectlymetiKulous]

I'm breathless... this poem was absolutely, astoundingly beautiful.
Can I say that I'm totally embarrassed to even have a writer of your caliber reading my poetry???