Sleeps and holes

I finally slept the night

Mostly

But it took a week

And some… help

There is a pain

It real and radiating 

Between my physical heart

My stomach

My head

And I can lose it if I engage

But it’s always there at the edges

Finally the edge is dulled.

Now an emptiness has crept

A piece missing

Not a chasm in front of me

But a slice of pie

What added to my greater whole

Is gone

And the shape is an after image.

But I slept.

And I can sleep nowIf only not to dream