I know I said
My heart was cracked
And nothing more
Sore but intact
But now a hole
A hole of black
Inside the crack
Is there instead
And in my head
There is a cloud
A could of black
Just like the crack
And hole of black
Inside my heart
Inside my head
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Random Misanthrope 
I love how it basically just repeates tge same thing but it has a different meaning each time! -ciannahaymore,wordpost.com
Thanks for reading! I wanted it to be repetative but not too much.
Excellent post today. I really enjoyed reading it very much. Thank you very much.
~ Check out today’s poem
“Sometime’s the road leads to dark places, sometimes the darkness is our friend.” (Bruce Cockburn)
That’s probably not applicable, but your poem made me think of it. I love the flow of your piece. I’m all about flow.
Thank you, Ken. I’m all about going with it as well. I’m not at work today so I’m spending the day doing laundry, cleaning, and preparing for your arrival. Just let me know if you have any food or cat hair allergies or any other dietary restrictions. I’ll meet you at the station when you arrive. Around three in the afternoon, isn’t it?
It is around three, and dietary restrictions, haha. Well, I don’t see them as restrictions, but it’ll take a separate message for that. 😉