There is a hole in my being, that has been there forever,
and it never seem to get full, what goes there I do not know,
I feel its sadness at being empty and longing to be filled, but by what?
It stares at me and mocks me not matter where I go, looking at me,
This big fat, O
Music and art do no fill, nor the sweetest voice, I’ve tried food but to no avail,
All attempts have failed. This hole, this emptiness gets bigger as I worry,
More demanding in its quest clawing at my mind and soul with it request to be filled,
I know not what to give it, to still its demands. This emptiness makes me so sad and
Melancholy, I feel that I have lost something or someone, but I do not know what or who.
Even now I feel it rising, calling to me, crying to me, fill me please! But I cannot, I do not know how.
I will search evermore to be free of this thing, this emptiness; I know that which goes there may be close even round the corner until then I can only hope………..
