Filling Up On Empty

Some things that look fulfilling Can cast a woeful spell Glittery that looks like heaven, can often turn out to be hell. All the wanting leads to weeping, He can't fill that empty space. There are those hidden bits of lonely, in the mirror etched upon his face. He exchanges real for imagined, relation-ships they sail away. Nights are now spent with strangers, He is the game they like to play. Trappings of success are empty, he pretends he's not alone. The heart in his chest is heavy, What was soft has turned into stone. It can be the curse of the rich man, to grab onto things that don't last. Riches that vanish in an instant, Replaced with regrets from the past.