taken from my book, "Where's The Real World?"

An Empty Hole


Back in the grips of loss

My only girl is gone

We weill never speak again

And it's all gone to my head

Our friendship is now dead

Because I'm sick of it

What a heartache

How my whole life has a hole

__I can't fill

All we did was talk on the 'phone

She wasn't even some one to hold

But she was

__thee only one I know

Now it's over

But oh well

This is my fault

A battle I lost

As I try

__to replace her in my life

I just fail

I'm a failure

It's goodbye

When the days drag on and on

And the nights just seem so long

She was all I ever had

She doesn't even

__want me back

I can tell

So whatever

This feels like a breakup

But it wasn't

It was just me moving on

Thee acceptance will come to me soon

It's already no longer time to cry

I feed my heart with vacancy

And make myself completely available

For some one else who could actually be here

But who am I kidding?

I'll never make somebody mine

Why else would I have filled the hole with her?

No one else would fill it


07-29-'22 #3

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: August 08, 2022

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olive tree

Promiscuity is frankly just another vice, lust. Been on these dating apps and it's like bone of these women have souls, or like me have their hearts switched off. In any case it's gross. Maybe I'm just a pussy. Maybe I'm right and it's just like gluttony, greed, avarice, hate, wrath, envy, jealousy... Etc. Would be nice to Just fucking talk to someone minus the bullshit to see if it's an actual match. Contemporary dating is crass hedonism and veiled excess; another opiate of the soul, like alcohol. Oh well. I'll eventually find someone. Stoicism. You're welcome for the essay. I enjoyed your poem.

All the best


Tue, August 9th, 2022 3:02pm


This was not a dating site girl. This was a friend I met on BooksieSilk.com

Mon, August 15th, 2022 4:06pm

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