empty

part of the National Poetry Month 2020 series

wrapping paper rolled over a hole
dug deep with water in the bottom
i have the ennui i told her
i'll feel better if i do something
cooking dinner is something i do every
day like breathing or anything else
i'm full of angst but nothing else
if this time has taught me anything
it's that our lives are empty
they've always been empty and we fill
them with ourselves i'm trying
i'm trying to make this positive
isn't it positive, here, at the end?