Bursted Barriers and Hallow Trees

Rainy days cause a flood of hurt.
Causing waters of words to flood until barriers burst.
There's no comfort

Not even in a lovers sheets.
No words that can formulate a sentence to make me feel complete.
At least not from my mouth.

Emptiness like the hollow holes at the base of trees.
It makes a good home for wild life, but not for me.
It's only a temporary fill.
Making their way deeper into my wooden body like a drill.
Only until whatever's living inside decides to leave.
Leaving my base once again empty.

In the end, all that stays is empty. bonded for life like a life long friend.