Cavern in My Soul

The flood
Brought forth
In love’s demise
Etched a cavern
A vascular excise.

Agonizing gorging
An irreverent foreman,
Directing construction,
Erecting a marvel,
Of spiritual suction.

An empty chamber.
A gaping hole.
My private Tora Bora.
A cavern,
In my soul.

Impossible to reverse,
What’s carved by sorrow,
The cave of Adullam,
A grandiose monument,
To my ultimate flaw.

The calcite edifice,
Carved with despair,
Cannot be untilled,
Remaining forever,
Nagging to be filled.

Misguided efforts,
The job undone,
Materials the issue,
Leaving the task,
deficient and askew.

Winter’s frost,
Fills the void.
For a time,
Until Spring’s thaw,
ends the sublime.

Soon again,
The echo roars,
In my nascent cavity,
Alerting me to
My useless depravity.


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