Just Another Hole In Me

A thought taken down into writing

There's an empty place inside
That fills and ever fills
But is never full
Nor fulfilling.
It's a place that speaks
In quiet, sleepy solitude,
And wears many faces -
Faded, trailing memories
In ghostly strands
Past me daily,
And nothing stays them.
It's a place of aching
That tears my mind from me
And sets my heart to breaking.
Never succeeding,
Failing always,
Just living on,
Faking smiles and life;
Darkness whispers daily,
From the hole in me
That is never, ever full
Nor fulfilling.