Vessel Empty
you strip me down
you left me bare
under the guise
that you care
but when I need you
i cannot find you there
instead I find nothing
not a morsel to share
you claim to love
but in the heat of battle
i cannot find your touch
you just crumble
with a one to one
better to give out
just like a scatter gun
because up close and personal
tells us who we are
words of comfort
can take us so far
i had mopped up your tears
held you a plenty
but when i needed you
i found the vessel empty
James Garratt – Monday 17th August 2009
Vessel Empty
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 