For Rent

There's a hole inside of me

that I can't quite seem to fill.

I constantly try to block it up,

but it continues to remain empty.

It devours everything I shove in there.

Books, shows, movies: gone in an instant.

Music enters the void and resonates

but that too disappears in the darkness.

Laughter moves in but doesn't stay long,

as it turns into memories too soon.

I wonder if I'll be able to plug it up someday.

Maybe something will come by and decide settle.

Surely it isn't destined to remain vacant.