# Poem #47: Holes

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Emotion, Love, Pain, Poetry

#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

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