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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Hole

There is a hole
In my chest.

It is not of love
Or care
Or hurt
And pain.

It is the lack of all.

Yet how can it be
That this hole can weigh
So heavy that
I can't stand straight.

Yet how can it be
That I can feel
Through nothingness
That this hole brings me.

It sends to me
And my body
Numbness
That pierces me.

It sends to me
Electricity
That aches of
Dull, dull pain.

It is this hole
That is my entity -
A part of me
That is me.

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