perhaps...

this is something i wrote last night. i don't usually share my writing unless it's in prose form. but perhaps that will change...

empty

noises all day long
a broken vessel
torn apart piece by piece
i try to fix and mend

start over?
again?
i've tried that once before.
it isn't working anymore
and i'm just so tired.

silence in the darkness
an empty vessel
stripped bare to the core
i venture out to sea

start over?
again?
i've tried that once before
it isn't working anymore
and i'm just so tired.

it's the ebb and flow that kill me.
is there really calm after a storm?