Deleting the slate clean
Once again
Nothing whatsoever left
To hold on to
Leaving vessel empty and dry
And each attempt to build
And then to persevere
Again
Only to be followed swiftly
By a final meltdown of destruct
Once again
Is this what it is?
Everything absent
Except a call to duty
Devotion – you call it
To empty the hearts’ desire
So to serve freely and wholeheartedly
And fill the seeming void
That is being resisted yet uncompromised
Or perhaps to once again
Come to peace anew
Releasing illusionary toys
And realise the void which seems daunting
Never once existed
Except in a dreamy state of a favourite fairy tale.