There is and will always be a hole in everyones heart, but the real hole is hidden beneath that hole.
That hole signifies your knowledge on your acads, family, friends, or a certain someone.

I was talking to myself, wanting to make another poem, and all my poems consist of the kind of person I am. But not all.

     A certain someone left a hole in my heart, I was curious and explored it, the more I explored, the more knowledge I gained. Eventually I reached the end of that hole, but I was not satisfied, so I dug deeper and deeper and deeper, and the deeper I went, the more knowledge I gained again and again.

It's heavy, the pressure is heavy. It's like when  deeper you dig on the earths surface the more pressure you felt, it's like that. That pressure in the hole i'm in, is the pressure of knowledge, but i've dug to the point where there's no going up, and plus I got more curious, a big mistake I say.

Then I knew I was nearing the end of that hole, I was so relieved since I can't handle the pressure anymore, then one more digging, and the floor beneath me crumbled, and I fell deeper and deeper and everything i've learned, the bigger picture, I know now. I'm in the buttom of the hole now, no light, no way out. The regret comes rushing in "oh why did I explore". It hurts knowing everything, how that certain person think, moves, what their schedule is, and the reason behind their actions. Feeling like there's no escaping and no getting out, left or right, fron or back, there's a wall of dirt " How do I get out". Stuck in there for days, the irony, since I don't even know if a day had passed.

I talk to my self again, since I know my
inner self knows what to do, but I just act oblivious, unintentionally. Just accept it and move on, it said. The only way to move on is if you dig deeper, there's mo other way, up or down, left or right, front or back there's no way. I dug more once again, I shouldered it all. The more I dug, slowly but surely the pressure lessened, but the heavier the shovel and my feets got. Until I dug out, finally i'm out, I said. I looked in the hole, now there's a deep deep hole left behind, feeling heavy, regret sadness, melancholic? Joy?. Until I got used there having a hole. Eventually you'll fall into that hole again in the future, but if you've truly moved on, that hole should be shallow but still noticeable.

A story thats been told so many times,
Still telling it over and ove despite not wanting to  feels like a crime,
Believe it or not is none of my concern, as long as I know its truth, the embers will smolder, a constant burn.

The words spill out,  a never ending stream,
A burden hared, yet guilt's extreme,
Im trapped in cycles, a prisoner of time,
A maze of persistence, a story to resolve.

A problem seller, with no solutions in store,
How do I break free, should I start in the core?
Yet despite all the efforts, I feel doomed to fall
With no more reasons, and causes to back me on, I just sleep it all.

Everything can go extinct, not just species, but also emotions. A feeling once burned with intensity, now reduced to a distant memory, leaving only a haunting sense of what it is. It's a sorrow that's hard to put into words, a grief not just about what's been lost. Left with a hollow echo, a reminder of what once was, a bittersweet nostalgia that taunts us with its presence.


A sentiment so strong, was consigned to oblivion.
A relic so forgotten, locked up in obsidian.
It exists, yet is nonexistent, like the median.
Proclaim its truth, and they'll think you're a comedian.

This desolate landscape, a question stays.
Where emotions was once, slowly but surely decays:
Leaving us nothing but a hollowed place.
A taunting reminder, leaving us with no space.

The emptiness gnaws, like a hunger that's real.
The urge to know and the longing to feel:
Echoes of a memory, that will forever last.
A feeling we know by experience, but can no longer grasp.

Repeats, and repeats, ansd repeats, a relentless beat,
1, 2, 3, 4, in sequence, my thoughts compete.
Consolidated musing thoughts, steadfast and strong,
Leave me in awe, like a dimension where I belong.

Perilous reflections, a vow I must make,
"Always and never, forget what you'd forsake."
Inertia's weight intensifies, yet I won't be swayed,
My heart remains steadfast, through life's disarrays.

6, 7, 8, the weight of my uncertain fate
9, 10, 11, 12, a question we all must face
Count with me, and let's step into the unknown
Together, we'll brave what's to come, and make it our own

Walking or running, while humming or singing, until then.
Let's embrace of what's to come,
And find harmony in the rhythm of our life's obscure journey

In shallowness depths of understanding
First to falter, not left standing
Always lost in misunderstanding
And thy self each time seems disenchanting

Fearful heart, losing it's call
Hold my hand and let not befall
Gloom creep, blindness veil our sight
Don't let pride be our eternal night

In a gloomy room..
Every second feels like it's doom
Tell me how can i make the closed door,
To open

In cartographies of fallen skies
A lone constellation dissolves
Silken threads once woven by grave
Now unravel, leaving empty space

In libraries of forgotten sounds
One whisper was so nostalgically found
Echoes of bygone harmony
Fades into an endless silence

But of course in garnden of remembered dreams
I, myself is scared of losing gleams
Petals once infused with essence rare
Now scattered, no leaving fragrance there

Beyond what I can even hope to reach:
More than what I can cope to hee,
In this desolate place, one came thee,
More than I ever asked to be.

Beyond something of my imperfect hands,
Leaving me in awe, in the far distant lands:
She shine's so bright a radiant star
Leaving me speechless, near and far

Everything, a perfect art, pure and kind
A materpiece that's hard to find:
But like a fleeting dream, feeling overwhelmed
Repeating thoughts, not compelled, but mind quelled