Holes in my Soul

I wrote this poem in 1998 at a very painful time in my life. So thankful for the Father and His healing balm. Hope you enjoy.

 

Holes in my Soul

 

My friends are now obsolete

And time is bought painfully cheap

I wonder what’s the score

As you trickle down my thoughts

With your ever lofty charm

You trickle down my heart and pump away at my mind

You’re clever, yes clever

And slowly goes time.

All along the street

A sidewalk steps on the cracks of my shoes

I can’t seem to spring back

Can’t kill these lonely blues

My poor suffering soul

Of diluted chemicals taking control

What’s the name of these games?

We all play them in our minds

And Spirit hides inside darken closets

Filled with cobweb infested shrines.

Holy, holy, holy…Oh please take a look around

The world has become frozen

And with melting, we’ll eventually drown.

“A penny for your thoughts,” he said.

A penny for your soul…

And all along my tennis shoes are worn out tattered holes.

Who can fill me up again?

Replace this empty void?

Oh, who can patch these lonely blues without stepping on my heart?

Splat

Smoosh

Splatter

Someone grab a spatula, please.

For my heart is now a pancake that painfully lies beneath

Beneath a sidewalk, that’s stuck atop my shoes

Shoes filled with tattered holes of loneliness and

Blues…

by Tekoa

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