Fill 'Er Up

With thanks to Dr. Seuss and Sam

This it is. This it is. It is this.

That dark abyss. That black abyss.

I do not like it; an abyss it is.

Would you try — fill the abyss?

So deep and dark and dank it is.

I cannot fill this black abyss.

Would you fill it with some food?

I cannot fill it with just food.

It will not help my morbid mood.

I cannot fill this empty hole.

It’s bigger than my heart and soul.

Would it fill with a cup of joe?

Or with a soothing hot cocoa?

I cannot fill it with caffeine.

Neither with the cacao bean.

I cannot fill it with just food.

It will not help my morbid mood.

I cannot fill this empty hole.

It's bigger than my heart and soul.

Would you fill it with a shopping spree?

Or with a deluxe mani-pedi?

Not with sales. Or buffing nails.

Not with toffee. Nor coffee.

I cannot fill it with just food.

It will not help my morbid mood.

I cannot fill this empty hole.

It’s bigger than my heart and soul.

You can fill it with a book!

Read right in a cozy nook.

It won’t be filled by reading books.

Would you? Could you? With a pregnancy?

A new life will fill you, you will see!

I cannot fill it by reading tombs.

I cannot fill it through my womb.

I cannot fill it with bags of sales.

Or with gorgeous, gleaming nails.

I cannot fill it with just food.

It will not help my morbid mood.

I cannot fill this empty hole.

It’s bigger than my heart and soul.

Oh, Facebook, Insta, just check your feed!

Fill it with a fun-filled read.

Not with the net! Not with a tomb!

Not with growth inside my womb!

I cannot fill it with bags of sales.

Or with gorgeous, gleaming nails.

I cannot fill it with just food.

It will not help my morbid mood.

I cannot fill this empty hole.

It’s bigger than my heart and soul.

Say, music! Turn on the sound!

I think your mood will come around.

I can’t be filled with soothing sounds.

Would you fill it with a soak?

I cannot fill it with a soak!

Would you fill it with a joke?

I cannot fill it with a laugh.

I cannot fill it with a bath.

Not with a song. Not with a tomb.

Not with growth inside my womb!

I cannot fill it with bags of sales.

Or with gorgeous, gleaming nails.

I cannot fill it with just food.

It will not help my morbid mood.

I cannot fill this empty hole.

It’s bigger than my heart and soul.

But you can fill it, Mother Dove.

Try to fill it with self-love.

Hold it gently, with kid gloves.

Say! I'll try this idea wild.

I will meet my inner child.

Let her see the light of day.

And I will hold her like you say.

I will whisper words so kind.

I will keep her in my mind.

I must admit, oh therapist.

That’s how we fill an abyss.