Guinevere Eveleigh

A Hole In My Spirit - Poem by Guinevere Eveleigh

An aching hole is in my spirit
Deep in my chest a wound refuses to close a stubborn split
It disappears to play a its taunting tricks
And then returns to enjoy its sadistic frolics
It likes to beat, to spit and kick
To punch, to trip me up and to biff
It rips and digs and it likes to maul
like a silent deadly animal that sucks all the juice and to leaves me dead and cold
It widens and the gap to make it more abyssal
This pain is endless, this pain is cruel
This pain is an illness, this pain will follow me to the tomb

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

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