Poetry of the Soul

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray

The Hole Picture January 20, 2010

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 11:14 pm

Sometimes I feel

like…

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There’s a hole in the wall.

Inside everything is grim

and dim.  The blues and the grays

mix into a maze of the most

ridiculous blasés.  And I feel,

like I could scream.

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Scream into the nothingness we

call air.  But what’s the point?

No one would hear because

the walls are pressing inwards

the colorless atmosphere oppressing

our minds in a way that we cannot

escape.

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And then, all of the sudden I can

see it.  The pine bows sweeping across

the sky and the green, green grass

down below it, people trudging across it

on their way to who knows where.

And for a swift moment my hope

begins to rise.

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And then I remember

that it is a hole in the

wall.  And that’s all it

ever will be.

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asdfaauntouchable

asdfaaaaaintangible

asdfasdfasdfasdfasd

And sometimes I

wonder which would be

better: a hole in the

wall or the emptiness that’s

left behind?

(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010

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