Empty

You land upon me with delicate ease

I had seen you coming.

To take from me that which I have worked

To maintain the life of me

The work I have done

Has been worthless

I had thought that with this work

Would come fame and fortune

But it has not been my real work

It has been my species

Creating what others believe I must

Not what I believe

You land upon me

To take the juices that stir within

Things which nobody sees

You suck the life out of me with your labor

My species rejoice as

You leave me

I have filled their purpose.

Alone, exiled, and bitter.

You have taken my sweetness

Leaving me empty