Poetry / Hole

There comes that hole again
The one I think isn’t there
Until the pain
Penetrates the membrane
Maybe not pain
Just what I need to stay sane
It’s always the same

The hole’s like a volcano crater
An empty smoking scar
The hot, smoking cigar
On the face of my heart
My pock-marked ticker

The hole in my heart
In my brain
In my soul

All I need is a shovel
And some emotional soil
To fill this cavity
This mine shaft
of mine

When you’re not here

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March 08, 2008

kittykatmanson

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December 04, 2005

AmyChait

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AmyChait reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

Absolutely love it. I love the similies used in the second stanza. I think I just love the whole idea of it. My favorite lines “all I need is a shovel/ and some emotional soil/ to fill this cavity”...and I love how you put “When you’re not here” by itself because it gives the anwer finally what dug that hole. Intereting and enjoyed this one.