the hole

the hole by anelephantcant

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the hole

there is a hole in my life where you used to live
under blue skies and blissful sunshine
with beaches and forests and long summer strolls
now the hole is as deep as a mine

there is a hole in my heart where you used to love
with a gentleness so sweet and warm
where you kissed my lips and created my smile
now the hole is black as a storm

there is a hole in my dreams where you used to dance
where the music was happy and bright
with guitars and violins and cool saxophones
now the hole is as dark as the night

there is a hole in my soul where you used to be
where you soothed me and tended me well
a perfectly heavenly tranquility
now the hole has the bleakness of hell

there is a hole in me

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless.
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3 Responses to the hole

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    Such a sad one, lost loves, and lost friends/relatives, do both leave holes in our hearts. I don’t know that they ever heal, but your poem describes that well. They fill up with other things, like the blackness you speak of “and the bleakness of hell’ — a very powerful line. I like the end, the repitition. There was no hole in his heart before her. Hugs Pinky.


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