There are holes in the skin

Great caverns where love won’t let in

A place senseless in the small of the back

Near an emptiness and a lack

There is a hole where there should be feeling

But going round and round without any healing

Jaw tightens with words not quite formed

While in the gut the weather once stormed

I feel the rain, wind and snow

Just before the cold north wind blow

So where is the love along the arms and shoulders

Before put feelings long lost in e-folders

Why is there no feeling in arches and soles

There too lie great cavernous holes

Why do legs feel like dead weights?

Take another step to death’s final gates

Where is the breath of life the loveless seek

To stop the feeling of being meek

Be satisfied happily from head to toe

To finally find joy and flow and let it just go