Busy with Life​

I have a hole in my side
That’s impossible to fill.
Busy with life, I ignore it.
 
But as the wind whistles through
it chills me.
Stills me.
Kills me.
 
It catches, smarting on reminders;
remembrances shred on barbed times.
 
Phrases empty of comfort,
routines without purpose.
Places turned hollow,
seep from this chasm.
Each drop uninvited – cutting.
 
I have a hole in my side
That is impossible to fill.
Busy with life, I can’t mend it.

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Pam Knapp
lives in the UK’s rolling countryside of the Sussex Downs, close enough to London to feel the heat, far enough away to avoid being burnt. Optimism is her greatest asset. Her most recent writing can be found in Dreich Magazine, Green Ink Poetry, Owl Hollow Press, Vocivia and Pure Slush.

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