the empty (i)

there is a hole in my stomach

that i dug myself

with scooping hands

shaped with inattention

so i do this unknowingly

like snoring in sleep

i become aware of this

hollow alcove

when i jump into the

immediacy that is reality

when my actions (or inaction)

catch up with me

and i feel that hollow

a lacking within me

to which only i can or cannot fill

with decision

with conviction

and with belief in none other

than myself

a stark reminder that

i am my own saviour

and my own ruination

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