I am as empty as they come
a ship with holes in its floorboards;
life seeps in and out of me, a constant balance of nothingness.
I'm aware of the input, but it slides out from underneath me
before I have a chance to bid it a proper goodbye.
I am as empty as they come
a disillusioned body suffering from disorders of the mind;
a carcass of medication packaged neatly with skin and vacant eyes.
I am as empty as they come:
An abandoned ship,
An abandoned mind,
the disillusioned eyes of the blind.
I am as empty as they come.
But I too,
was once filled to the brim
with heart-pounding vigor.
-lf-