The Whole Of My Heart Poem by Brian Kilpatrick
The Whole Of My Heart
The hole is so deep
That my love drilled
The oil won’t stop
But it serves no purpose
It neither lubricates or obfuscates
The hole bore through hit its mark
Your reflection strikes my heart
I am better off not reminded
I move on with my soul
Anchored to your sinking ship
I have found a home where I pretend
The best I can but I imagine you
Whistle and the oil rushes
Through the whole of my heart
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