A Hole In Her Soul
© 2013 Iony Smith
lost what she loved, then found nothing more
and the street where she once played
is where she now lives
a cardboard box
as her modesty shade
she picks at the cut in her foot
that came from the crack in her shoe
the cold weather just about ready
to bust through
there's a hole
growing in her soul
an empty space boring through
a hole in her soul
lost her faith, then everything else
and the street where she once played
is where she now lives
a cardboard box
as her modesty shade
desperate for a private moment
to freshen and cleanse
to retain some majesty and worth
somewhere outside the public lens
and there's a hole
growing in her soul
an empty space boring through
a hole in her soul
lost her job, then her self-respect
and the street where she once played
is where she now lives
a cardboard box
as her modesty shade
watching cars blur by
her life belongings in two paper sacks
shifting from foot to foot
occasionally toeing the sidewalk cracks
there's a hole
growing in her soul
an empty space boring through
a hole in her soul
lost who she was, then became someone else
and the street where she once played
is where she now lives
a cardboard box
as her modesty shade
neon lights blinking on and off
clothes, like her spirit tattered
neon lights blinking on and off
dreams and hopes shattered
and there's a hole
growing in her soul
an empty space boring through
a hole in her soul
lost and deeply confused, then ended up here
on the street where she once played
is where she now lives
a cardboard box
as her modesty shade
no one knows her story
yet everyone thinks they do
keeping their distance, they believe
will stop the spreading of this virulent flu
and there's a hole
growing in her soul
an empty space boring through
a hole in her soul
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