Ruby Monroe


Holes In My Soul - Poem by Ruby Monroe

He calls himself a powerful Man of the Cloth
But to me, he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a true man of Satan!

He smells good
But looks even better
Delivers the Word in such a manner
That a child can
Understand it better

He seemed to have a listening ear to whatever,
But to later use it against me to make the
Holes in My Soul even bigger.

All of his members dance to his every tune.
I hope they find out real soon,
That his own Words are being spoken, and not in truth!

When he touched me like the rapist did,
It took me to a place I thought I had passed.

He tried to use the Holes in My Soul
As a way to fulfill his own lustful ways,
But I refused to be a slave to the rhythm.

In the midst of fighting his mangy Spirit off of me,
I saw visions of the First Lady’s face dance in my head;
Wondering how many times she’d wished him dead.

What would she do?
If she knew this time it was me?
Hurt is all I could see!

Why God why is this happening to me?
Is this only for my eyes to see?
Or maybe....It’s to heal one of the Holes in My Soul!

Ms. Kitty (Ruby M.)


Comments about Holes In My Soul by Ruby Monroe

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 13, 2010


Famous Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  4. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. Caged Bird
    Maya Angelou
  8. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  9. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
[Report Error]