A Hole- Poem

A hole is a place

that is

loud.

It’s a place of conflict and

gunshots and

screams.

Of the thundering roars

of hate and

fear

that the rays of the

western sunset

will never kiss,

will never shine on,

like an ugly black hole–

a disgusting blotch on human

essence.

A hole is a place

that is

hollow.

It’s a place where all exits and

entrances

are sealed with the

self-righteous thumb of

ignorance,

where murmured screams echo against the walls and

right back into the screamer’s

ears,

And where you hear nothing except for

your shaky sobs and the dripping

of the thing

that leaks

from your heart.

Written by Bri, the founder of Sparta Academics.