whole

Lost

In thought of what I come upon

In thought of what I am

In being who I used to be

In what is yet to come

Relapse of feeling, thought, and past

Solidifies my soul

And grounds me, chained to suffocate

Till nothing makes me whole

Collapsing lungs with emptiness

Acting a hollow role

Filling my shell with lack of me

Everynothing full

Substance leaves initially

And leaves a gaping hole

But one in size to someday hold

Another empty soul

For what’s been lost is proof enough

That I will never be enough

For someone not enough for me

To make our shell souls whole.