Empty Vessel

A Poem by Bud

What it were to be crushed, deep in the crevice, devoid of emotions, trapped in an embittered pool of wrath. Drowning. Carried in the arms of a reluctant love; released to the balmy winds of solitude.

A desolate soul cried out, burdened in angst yet free of any attachment. An unoccupied heart beat it's final thrum.