a cup with a hole

you fill your shoes

with your feet,

your day with work,

your belly with food,

you quench your thirst

with drink.

you fill the tub with

hot water

to soothe your wounds,

your tired back.

you fill the time with

books,

with reading,

with writing the next

line

on the next page.

you fill

the void

with a search for true

love

and find maybe.

you fill your soul

with

prayer, with hope

and faith, and yet.

it seems at times you

remain

unfulfilled, a cup

with a hole, perpetually

draining.