Empty
I’m empty.
Empty headed with
empty pockets
in an empty house. I am filled with emptiness,
secreting and overflowing and
oozing from my pores. I exhale emptiness with every breath, filling the air and spreading the emptiness through the streets, through the trees,
like a hot and empty fire.
I am the arsonist
fueling the empty inferno
with my endless emptiness. Empty seas under empty skies. Empty people with dull and empty eyes. Empty conversation Empty gestures Empty landscape Empty sunset Empty night Empty dreams of emptiness under empty stars in an empty void until the empty sun rises on another empty day in another empty month in another empty year in an empty eternity.
Drivel by Dave 
So sorry, Dave. Just saw this on a day I feel much the same. Hope the veil has lifted some.
Thanks, it was just part of a series of bad days I was having. Am doing much better now, and I hope you feel better soon.