Dear friend
The emptiness
can be filled
However friend
Do not rely on others to fill it
They will come with overnight bags full of warmth ,promises and  friendship
A promise is comfort to a fool
And friend
You are no fool
Other will come too
But not with warmth , promises and friendship
They will come armed with their cold hearts , their worn out weapons splattered with the tears,hopelessness of their of other victims
Their weapons will be concealed in their eyes , their movement ,their tongue
They will attempt to **** the little self worth that remains deep in side you
So friend do not let them in
Do not allow them to unload their weapons of mass destruction upon your emptiness
That friend will only bore a hole further inside you

Dear friend
The emptiness you feel can be filled
Will be filled with guidance from the Divine
Not people

I came down to the country
to commune with Nature for a while
to try to find myself again
hopefully find my lost smile

Got lost along the way somehow
suffering from so much pain
I hope on this hundred acres
I can find myself again

Dawn is just now breaking
the leaves rustling on the trees
a soft warm wind is blowing
I find myself start to ease

I 4 -wheel to the river
just to sit and watch it flow
letting it float my cares away
sending them off and away they go.

it's time to continue on my ride
trails are calling out "Come See"
while I ride i'm going to search
for the Peace that has alluded me.

I'll know the spot when I feel it
it will speak to my heart of Peace
and I'll reside there for a time
letting that Peace wash all over me!

"While its true that these plants are tough, and can usually survive under such circumstances, most certainly will not thrive."
Don't forget there's a difference between
existence
and
*sentience