The Hole In The Doughnut
i am full
eating is useless
my stomach
has no purpose
i have this doughnut
and i raise
it in space
and i look through
its hole
i want to see
what is the reason
for emptiness
the hole has more
content
than the doughnut
itself
i put my finger
inside it
and somehow
i begin to feel
confident
inside the hole
i know
i am not alone anymore.
inside the hole
again i become whole.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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