A hole the size of a God

What happens when a hole,

that's the size of a God

Is etched and torn into the heart of a man?

As each day passes, it grows wider and deeper;

both vapid & invasive

And so with worn shovels, we dig around us,

desperate to fill it

With jewels, Juuls, and Jules

But they, those, and theirs fall short

A half drop in the bucket.

The shoe will never fit

Because there is no room for them.

Despite you being emptied;

there is no space for anything but grace

When you look for love in the wrong places,

sometimes you will find it.

But when you do, be careful.

The Abyss is a sinkhole,

we all occasionally pour ourselves into