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There's a hole
you left in me,
it's cavernous and
empty.
It's cold and
so dark,
pitch black and
my haunted wails
of abandonment fill it.
My soul flies
to the ends of the earth,
searching for a
real father to fill up
the abyss
that gapes at me
as I try to fall asleep
at night.
But I can't
because
it leers at me,
taunting me
for my lack of satisfaction.
This poem is about:
My family