There’s A Hole In My Soul

There is a hole in my soul.

An empty place where my friends once played.

Stolen, ripped out by a stranger with a gun.


How could this happen?

Innocent eyes, trusting, closed forever.

I don’t understand.

Grown-ups, once pillars of stone, tremble and hold us close.

They are anxious, shaken.

So am I.




About A. L. Kaplan

I am a writer, artist, and parent.
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4 Responses to There’s A Hole In My Soul

  1. janet brothers says:

    So sad.


  2. V.E.G. says:

    Imagine having Sandy Hook Elementary School put the sign:


  3. V.E.G. says:

    Jesse McCord Lewis became a hero on the Day the School is Shut Down.


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