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Holes

We’ve all got holes, 
busted soles
On the mend or 
waiting for the end

I’ve been burned, 
slowly churned
Played like a ballad, 
tossed like a salad

Too many times 
I looked for rhymes
Words with no meaning, 
thoughts with no feeling

What it might be 
I can’t see
Blind interest, 
hoping for the best

What happened to me 
should not be
I was hypnotized 
by those who sympathized

Alone on a shelf, 
I’m by myself
Road to recovery 
or is it discovery 

When it’s all done 
maybe I’ve won
What nobody wants, 
to be in front
		
Of the line to nowhere, 
with people who don’t care
Both are friendless, 
both are endless

I’ve got holes, 
a busted sole
Near the end 
or on the mend

Copyright © Richard Colbert | Year Posted 2021

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Gary Radice Date: 7/4/2021 12:03:00 PM I thought this was an excellent albeit poignant read Richard. One of the problems with Poetry Soup is that there are so many poets / poems, so getting round to reading just some of them is almost nigh on impossible. I'm glad I read this. I would have thought a poem like this would be good for one of Brian Strand's rhyme competitions if more views is on your tick list. This poem and you deserve at least that. Cheers - Gary Login to Reply