How can I fill this vacuum?

Which drowns me every awakening,
that oppresses my dreams…
that afflicts my longings…
like the late ship…

Empty disillusion,
of shadows smiling…

Tide of bitter times,
that fills your beaches of tenacity…

Empty brave,
of dark owners…

Undercurrent of acerbic paths,
that melts your soul of cold…

Empty soul,
of this perpetual tedium…