The Big Black Poem by Airda Jones

That gaping black hole
That opens my soul
Is infected and raw
Just as you saw

Leaving no detail
That you must imagine
For it is deep, dark
More gruesome than any sin

A wound that's been
Stabbed multiple times
And each plunge was
A doing of mine

Hateful it may seem
But only a cure
To cut out the pain
Eradicate it for sure

Although pain and hurt
No longer inhabit what's left
I am left with a wide hole
In my already vulnerable chest.