one gaping hole
We’ve solitude for company.
The romantic lie of the past.
The habit-forming pain
of a thousand unseen wounds,
make today… one gaping hole.
You no longer know
the poems I sing.
Ahh, but the promise…
the promise was a beautiful dream,
and I am a refugee
wandering through deserts.
It was, of course, my own fault,
it always is, the choices I make,
to believe in something,
or someone, or some dream,
instead of seeing… one gaping hole.
