We all have holes

Gaps where we sense something

Missing

Some are people shaped

We try to fill them

With many things

Both meaningless and meaningful

Drugs, Women, Men, Cars

Church, Religion, Spiritualism

Friends, Lovers, Money

Jobs, and Careers

I’ve filled mine with

The wrong friends

The wrong lovers

Who you fill it with

Is just as important as what

I’ve tried to fill them with money and things

But have not succeeded 

So now i wait

Trying to find

The right people to fill

The people shaped holes