Saturday, November 9, 2019

Hole

there is a hole
in my soul...
a hole where love is,

feelings that slip thru...
and dangle heartache,
guilt and despair...

A patched up hole,
suffering leaks over and over..
fraying along the edges...

a hole where a heart should be
a soul could reside,  and guilt would
not be welcome...

there is a hole
in my soul...
where love was damaged..
and sadness, reigns...

A hole in my soul
that nothing can fix
and nobody can find...

a hole, in my soul....




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