Poem: Turning Me

The hole is no longer in my hand, but my heart.

I tried to see the future, but I do not know where to look.

I ran across something that I thought was gone.

Turns out it was just turn.

Turn into a disaster that I just want to be.

When will I learn to love me?

Maybe never.

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