Hole

i mull and i sit

bathed in the snow

bland to the touch

taste "isn't so"

an interest fleeting

a glance in promise

that i am unwell

balled up and tarnished

shattered and prickle

wrinkled and torn

blood starts to trickle

screams of the born

an empty most foul

a child endured

an end to a towel

waiting is cured

what once was is not

and now i am clean

from light i am caught

through dark i succeed

wherever i was

to where i am now

what life is to dust

what i am to thou

not seated at parties

nor welcomed in pews

wont play with the barbies

or stay in the stools

a hole in the carpet

a bed that was shared

who was i to stop it

who were you to care

#poetry #empty