You’ve heard it before,

“I feel so empty inside,”

Tis a feeling that has naught to lay its hand on your shoulder

You sympathize, maybe even compromise

Offer words of comfort

 Nay a thoughtless cliché

No real good burrows deep in your own self piety

And you move on

The soulless soul you just left is yet no better healed

WAIT! Comes that audacious call from behind where you once were

That same stranger, staggering, stumbling, stalling your efforts

Come to beg for emotion, for unstained affection

You ready another thoughtless, simple cliché, no reason to think hard or go out of your way

But the stranger doesn’t stop short, where society would rule was far enough

Intruding into your own self erected mesh

The stranger gropes for your hand

Persecution replaces piety as you drawn back in disgust

How dare this feeble! The stranger stops you short,

“I know how you feel,” they whisper, “what you search for you can’t find,”

“It can only be given by someone who is empty inside”

Then like a rush only deity could ever name

A hole that was not known, became full of the same

This stranger repulsed by society and you, has given the answer we all thought we knew

You look up, the stranger is nowhere to be seen

Out of sight, but not mind their knowledge you’ve gleaned

You’ve felt it before

“I feel so empty inside,”

Remember, to fill all the Empty you find.