Holes
Holes, everywhere I feel holes, –
And every time I see the ones I love
I feel a hole where
potential lies
Here, put your finger in this hole,
Block it with your company, see.
Never fully expressed, the potential holds
Back for a time, but
At night when I remember you,
Potential is my dream.
Copyright © Samuel Hess | Year Posted 2023
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