I am always
Striving
To be
An empty vessel
I fill up
I well up
I spill over
Like monsoon rains
Loosed on the prairies
Shuddering at the overload
Clotted
With the muck
And debris
The tempest carries
I am
No good
Empty
Those monkey voices
Chatter
Echoing
Through the hollow
Void
Then the womb
That is me
Speeds through
Swallowing
Choking
On insouciant fears
Tiny little whispers
Threatening now
With mammoth bellows
I must deplete
Discharge
As much as I can
So much
As quickly
Forcibly
As I can
Draining
My self
My energies
Expelling
The dark dank
And wretchedness
Vacated
Once again
Always wary
That I will
Fill again
