A HOLE IN ME On 2020/06/10 By Ron KozloffIn Poetry There is a hole in me that can’t be filled I try to stay alert to everything in there I stuff myself with pleasure I disengage from pain I stand in the rain The hole I realize is an illusion I realize this with a deep breath That a fine hand is guiding me Somewhere I don’t care where Only that it is away from A hole that can’t be filled Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related