Whole Soul Less?
A reflective poem of quiet despair
Published in
Oct 17, 2020
There’s a hole in my soul
Where you used to be
I’m not ready to fill it quite yet
I still need to feel it
And know where I end
And understand what I don’t get
There’s a hole in my soul
Where you used to be
I’m not ready to fill it quite yet
I still need to feel it
And know where I end
And understand what I don’t get
Late blooming Renaissance Enby. Loving life, family, friends and myself. Enjoying creating art, music, poetry and stories.