Empty
Once a heart.
Now a hole.
In the center
A black void.
There is a hole here.
Water Water
Came pouring down.
There was a hole here.
Now it’s gone.
– F H Hakansson
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Home of the author
Empty
Once a heart.
Now a hole.
In the center
A black void.
There is a hole here.
Water Water
Came pouring down.
There was a hole here.
Now it’s gone.
– F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 
Naw, why so sad?? Still, I really like how you can interpret this poem is so many different ways. 🙂
Well, the hole gets filled at the end! (wow that can be misinterpreted) so it’s really a happy ending 😀 It might be a bit gloomy, true, but most of my poetry is haha. Will hopefully write something merry soon 🙂
so amazing! :-)..but so sad..
Thank you! Glad to see you back 🙂