Poetry – Holes – a poem for the void

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I was feeling a little melancholy today – thinking of friends and family who are no longer here, of memories that have disintegrated and dreams that I no longer have. It is as if time erases everything we hold dear. It eats away our cherished dreams.

One day it will have taken it all.

I guess that is a trifle melancholy. But tomorrow I will dream again! That it what it is to be human.

Holes

Holes:

I am becoming full of holes.

Places where people once were;

Where memories resided;

Where my dreams were stored –

Now holes.

Instead of shrinking

They grow –

like acid.

What was real

And full of laughter and hope

Is now a vacuum

I skirt around.

Each love and dream

Becomes a hole.

I am eroding

Gradually

Into the void.

Soon there will be more that is gone

Than remains

And eventually

I myself will become

A hole.

Opher 26.10.2015

4 thoughts on “Poetry – Holes – a poem for the void”

  1. That is such a universal feeling when we start getting older, isn’t it… I’m always joking my memory is like Swiss cheese, but I mean the same thing. I often worry about Alzheimers. I can’t imagine losing everything like that. That is a sadly realistic poem. I loved it, Opher.

    1. Thanks Cheryl. There’s not a lot to look forward to as we get older. Experience counts for a lot though. We have to live in the moment and think how incredibly lucky we are – the universe is amazing; to experience it is incredible. We have the wonder of love and friendship; we have family and life. That is enough. Our duty is to make it better.

  2. I read it twice and I am sure I am not the only one who had tears in their eyes. That was so touching and so true, thank you Opher at 22.32 and just finished washing up after Dinner, I thought I would just sign on and here was your Poem, no more to be said.

    1. I’m glad it touches a universal truth. That’s what poems are supposed to do. They are distillations of feelings and thoughts. This is one we tend to sjkirt around too much. The people that are gone are still there in my head and sometimes I get frustrated that I cannot remember more clearly. Likewise the memories. I’ve forgotten more than I’ll ever know. Thanks Anna.

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