EMPTY VESSEL
Lowly, I lay face down with my torment
Hindered and hardened my soul
Sodden and strewn across fields of discontent
More akin to the beating of wings, that sound, than my heart
Malnourishment shrivels the once strong vessel
Waves of sorrow its only exertion
Reflections run amuck and cast in every direction
Blissful memories sink into the soil where lies my past
As this husk, too shall soon be subjected
Earthworms, maggots, earwigs and grubs salivate in expectation
Pray, where is the sun that once shone down on this hypocrite
Is the powerful and mighty now prowling as a cat
Am I the prey who was once the master
Where is my charity, my reward
Did I not seek the higher constellations in the myriad plains of the heavens
Before, quenched, now I am lying in the dust to become dust
Is my destiny the way of the whirlwind and cyclone, scattered hither and dither
Surely a righteous man will again bask in hope
But no, tis not the design for me from the Architect
The colors fade, awash in grey and twilight
Dusk beckons its approach as I fall further toward the never-ending
Will there be another dawn upon the crest of my brow
Alas, that desire too will fade into darkness
From this, my station, I bid thee a hearty farewell
Kevin Parish 
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