I sit and wait for this vessel to  fill

To be molded and shaped with tender skill

To feel something other than the reminding pain

Of what was, what could have been, how it should be

No cares enough, as the walk on by and watch as I slowly drift into the emptiness to help me

It twists and turns and spouts a searing hot volcanic dark mass of unquenchable hate

Can someone stop in their journey of selfishness and fear, to be open to vulnerability to fill what is now opaque

No light enters, none escapes, the black hole grows larger still, destroy all that exists

Consuming all that I wish I could be, the person I was, the me that no one will miss

Surrounded by so many, yet always alone

This empty vessel has no home

Can someone spare some light and fill this vessel of mine

I want to know how it feels just once, to know how it feels to shine