esmovoirophobia

like an empty vessel in a vault
nothing penetrates or fills
nothing can pierce the solid walls
nothing can seep through the gaps
the vessel sits alone
clear of the obstacles that make life real
clear of thoughts that bring pain and joy
clear of everything that is this place
searching for something
someone who could break through
someone who can walk through the baricade
someone whose soul will fill the urn
along comes the pain with a burn
but as well as the joy with which to learn
that all empty vessels will one day be filled
like an empty pen being refilled
the vault, still strong and stubborn
can't be solid forever
all walls must break
and with it comes change
like the beauty of a flower
metaphorical genitalia
we must break through
esmovoirophobia