This Hole of MineA Poem by ConstantA short poem I wrote for the 'Unexplainable' writing contest. (211 words).The air grows warm It is bright, children play All are light, joyous and gay I look inside, my bones exposed I feel though I may have imposed I’ve found a space, abandoned long I think (although I may be wrong) That something used to be in this hole
of mine
The air grows cool Leaves will fall, trees lie bare School for all, and fresher air Out I reach for something lost Inside the hole grows cold as frost This space of mine that I cannot see Once held something belonging to me Something that once filled this hole of
mine
The air freezes cold Many a tiding, coats are donned The sun is hiding in hills beyond All alone with this space of mine I reflect on my life and path behind I try my best to find a link But even though all-night I think I cannot remember what filled this hole
of mine
The air thaws warm Everywhere smiles, snow is leaving And all the while my pain relieving I have spent too many a year Wondering why this hole is here And all along I should have learned I should have accepted that while I
yearned I may never find what fills this hole
of mine © 2016 ConstantAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorConstantThe Windy Highlands, WYAboutStudent Engineer, Triathlete, Artist, Writer. Working on a novella/short story currently! more..Writing
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