Unfinished

I feel a hollowness Much like a tree If I were to be They have firm roots that travel to deep truths I could tie a vine over my eyes and take a dive Yet what If I survived? What of my mind then If I filled it to the brim Of nothing but rage and sin Would I feel complete then? Nevermind that My dear, It's only worry I fear. I will hold you close as to forget of what I worry most And walk on the coast between worry and hope You will forever be the thing I love most For you make me complete.