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A hole
Deep
Yet not depthless
Wide
Yet not boundless
Growing
Yet not grown
Pulsing
Aching
Hurting
Yearning
For a touch
Begging
Pleading
Screaming
Hungry for love
Spilling down the steps
Cascading falls of pain
This wound
So ever beating
Is bleeding once again
Can’t they hear the whisper?
Of a soul so often lost
Climbing no more higher
Yet burning for the cost
Calling out a name
Withering with pain
Contorting at the thought
Of a soul so often bought
With promises of gain
Sorrow hovers upon me
Distracting all sane
Thought
This loneliness is fraught
With images of gore
Instilling so much
Horror
Of a lonely
Listless
Night.