The Honeycombed Heart

So much time and effort spent 

trying to figure people out, 

putting them in a box 

of one’s own understanding.  

What they don’t see is 

the deep cavernous rivers 

of pain and suffering 

raging well below the surface. 

So much of what we do 

is an effort to contain it, to hide it, 

to present a smoothed over

surface to the casual observer.

But the current carves a course 

we have precious little control over 

and honeycombs our hearts

with airspaces of emptiness

(drowning us in loneliness)

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