Holes In The Soul

Too many holes in the soul

   Broken

And alone

   Limping around town

A mustache frames his frown

   He tried to fill the holes

With chalk

   But the rain

Washed it away

   He tried to patch the holes in his soul with scotch tape

But the tape didn’t take

   He tried to fill the holes in his soul

With goals

   But when he tried

And didn’t reach them

   He was bitter and alone

He used his phone

  To fill the holes

But that drained him of his dopamine

   And he was left numb

All of his old passions 

    Were no longer fun

All of his old friends

    Don’t have time for him

They have their kids

    And their careers

He lives in their rear-view mirrors  

    A mirage from the past

A pale ghost 

   He tries to fix the holes

With stories

   But even those

Eventually became boring

   And women

He used to try women

   As a solution for the holes in his soul

But every time he was vulnerable 

   A knife pierced through his chest

And he would bleed out

   The holes would grow

Every time he tried to patch up his old dirty soul

    The holes grew

And he was scared

   Of what was coming soon

If he didn't patch the holes in his soul.

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