Tides and Terrors

I’ve always tried to be
The friend I thought I’d need
But Karma called my hand
And it was empty.

Oh, how hard I tried-
How I swam against the tide
Swirling into the monster.
There’s nowhere now to hide,

No closet in which to weep.
Am I becoming the thing that ate my sleep?
And if I should die before I wake
Was any part of me ever worth the keep?

Empty hands. Empty dreams.
The emptied soul no one sees.