Feeling Weird

I feel wrong

Off

Like waves reaching for the shore

Something so close

But so far away

Something missing

Something unknown

A glued together porcelain vase

Cracks almost invisible

Patched by gold

Does it yearn for the unseen missed splinter?

Hollow

Empty

My body an empty crypt

Insides scooped out

Viscera left lord knows where

Even my soul has drifted into the cosmos

I yearn for flowers at my graveside