Almost Empty

i’m almost empty

somedays

i feel nothing inside

but nothing is good

easy not to see

even easier to hide

i'm almost empty

the greys become longer

this fog gets thick and stronger

and these ships

this passing of in the night

just more vessels

making noise

i'm almost empty

just a coupla rocks

rattling in my tank

in an ethanol haze

that slowly fades

and then it is gone

i'm almost empty

i feel like

i'm folding in

and upon myself

i feel like another

leftover extra

anybody else

i'm almost empty

and in photos taken i see

photos that make

my mind disagree

i can't see me

and all i see

is almost empty