Poem #47: Holes
#48 of Poetry
I wrote this poem when I was very depressed. It's a reflective piece about the absence of love, which for me is the fact that I've never met or been loved by my father. Enjoy.
Holes
There are holes Inside my heart They can never be filled With the love I crave
They stretch and widen Creating a black cavern Inside my heart Yearning for feeling
Red and black blood seeps out This heart is weeping For the pain That has bored into it
The holes now crack Breaking into pieces This heart falls apart Swallowed by the darkness
Time may heal But wallowing in self Negates the cure The heart shatters
Each piece to dust Swept away by soul Released into the void Black as its own blood
Don't let the Holes Appear in your heart Love before you're lost Feel before you cannot.
~bhscorch
"Holes" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License