Hollow Well

Father I'm obsessing.

This aching in my chest is progressing.

 

Beginning at the base of my neck,

down into the pit of my stomach it goes.

This lump in my throat may swallow me whole.

 

I feel as though I'm disappearing.

Vanishing into a dream so far out of my reach.

I pour everything I have into this goal,

then deeper I dig this hole.

 

How do I fill the emptiness inside?

With clothes, money, people...pride?

I place these things into this well.

One by one until they reach the brim.

 

Then your love pours down like a hurricane.

Filling any extra space that is left with rain.

For a moment I am left satisfied.

Until the next season comes,

and suddenly, I'm dried.

 

From the inside out, nothing left.

This hollow voidance in my chest.