A special sort of sadness is flowing through my veins.
I’ve felt this feeling surge through me before.
It fills me with an emptiness,
A heavy hollow pain
that travels deep down to my very core.
It wraps itself around my lungs
and squeezes out the breath
Then coils around my heart, tightly constricted.
Attempting to protect me
from The News, the pain, the death,
putting pressure on the wound it has inflicted.

It’s too late for protection now,
The hole cannot be sealed.
The damage has been done for weeks on end.
There’s been no time at all for the blood to congeal.
It tries, but is punctured yet again, 

The interview
The accident
The letter and
The incident
The hole in my tender heart keeps getting bigger.

The gorilla
The rapist
The gunman and
The racist
The hole in my terrified heart keeps getting bigger.

The detritus
The tragedy
The repercussions
Travesty.
The hole in my concerned heart keeps getting bigger

The gorilla
The rapist
The gunman and
The racist
The hole in my empathetic heart keeps getting bigger.

The freedom
The shame
The blood
The Blame
The hole in my boundless heart keeps getting bigger.

The hole in my boundless heart
just grows and grows.
It catches all the sadness
as it flows.
My heart is like big black hole,
a sun,
the illuminating
eliminating one.
Soon it will be big enough
for all of humanity.
A compassionate heart
might be the biggest
death of me.

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Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden
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