Holes
There are holes in the fabric of the universe...
where the diamond hearted used to reside
alive-shinning beyond bright-warming kind.
Mindless reapers -whipping poison scythes
another hole in the fabric of the universe
rapidly filling with holes-deep black holes
swallowing souls-vomiting misery's bones.
Where's our God-balm to quiet the mind of man...
to work the shine back into the gems.
No more holes -only diamond shine
into the heart and soul of all mankind.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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