FIXING THE HOLE
There’s a messy hole in my soul,
Which only you can patch and mend.
The ragged edges yawn and flutter,
creating an emotional maelstrom.
A melancholic brocade takes the eye
Away from the gaping chasm…
Which is hell.
A Munch -like hell.
The scream of the whirling wind of despair,
Has lost it’s voice,
It speaks in deeds.
Help save my tattered soul.
I have no other way to turn.
copyright Dale Beck 2018