Filling

Can't shake the feeling.

I've filled my life with God 

And prayers and pleas. 

With family.

Love.

Hope

And ecstasy. 

With song and color.

Music and dance.

Kindness and compassion

And scalding romance.

And yet

Still

When things settle down

And the quiet creeps in

The emptiness is there

Ready to greet an old friend.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar as always lol tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Lisasview]

So much going on in your words! First read of yours and I did enjoy it.
When we fill ourselves up with outside things and find a moment of quiet we are often left feeling empty… because we have not yet found ourselves…and, perhaps never will.
I wrote several poems regarding these thoughts
That you might enjoy
Thoughts and Cry for example
Lisa, now in Spain

[Robert Haigh]

We can fill our lives with everything we think is good, and nourishing for the soul, but there is always room for more. I think we all still get that nagging feeling of emptiness sometimes.

[Fanicia E.]

I agree with you

[h d e rushin]

This is a poem from an open air, wooden pulpit; yet, the tentacles of worship and compassion are not mutually exclusive. They happen within the same eyestalks and under the same sundew. "Never hit on a church girl" was a wound that church girls carried under their little hats to Sunday school, even when desire was fastened to the tendril's
of their spirit:

"when things settle down" was like a horn player in a jazz combo changes who from "standard" to the blues. Since nothing ever replaces the conditions of the former. Tired of speaking in tongues, my mother would kick off her 'church' heels, unbuckle her girdle hooks and catch up on her daytime stories. Perhaps the "Emptiness" you speak of here is the resolve to be less secular in this experimental world of love and friendship.In other words, God wants all of our attention on Sundays but we want all of everyone's attention on Monday morning, lol. You're doing something in poetry that takes decades to master. How to prevent the wounded soul from closing entirely. Beautifully written....dana

[Fanicia E.]

Thank you for the profound review!

[emmajoy]

Beautiful and primarily serene words! Faith and love surrounded by what matters but.. There you are, content and coping but.. still patiently waiting for what you need rather than merely want.

Your poem is a prayer, dear friend.. and surely deserves an answer. Thank you so much for sharing. Wishing you everything your heart and spirit calls for. Keep safe.

[Fanicia E.]

Thank you Emma ♡♡