View Larger Image Poem: Grasp There’s a hole in my soul Where you used to fit so snugly And now it’s all I can do to Stop all the little pieces From pouring out on to the ground = = = = = = = = = = [For another poem, titled ‘The Cabin’, click here] Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related By brettfish|2020-03-10T08:33:15+02:00Feb 21st, 2020|poems and other creativity, Words and things|0 Comments About the Author: brettfish Brett Fish is a lover of life, God, tbV [the beautiful Valerie] and owns the world's most famous stuffed dolphin, No_bob (who doesn't bob). He believes that we are all responsible for making the world a significantly better place for everyone. Related Posts Poem: Erection time On being Different and why that should be okay Black people can – and cannot – be racist! Bernie memes part II poem: troll venom Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.