filling the void

no matter how much black coffee

or ice cubed vodka tasting like cherry

or music so loud it blocks out my thoughts

i cant seem to feel fully free

try to get lost in the flashes of my television screen

but no matter how many mediocre poems i write

or mind-blowing books i read

i still feel like my cup is half empty

i'm wandering somewhere in between

being lost and found

being someone else and being myself

no matter the situation

i can feel the starvation

somethings always missing