A hole in the withered wall

The wall of secrets is a frightful place

it tells of buried memories and broken minds

singing the tunes of darkness and shadows


And yet there’s a lot to learn in visiting that place

and inspecting the wall closely

there are holes that reveal strips of sky

a half-standing church and unknown roots

and there are bricks that turn to dust

as soon as you caress them lovingly


Poem inspired by an old watercolor of mine (2016)

A whole in the withered wall


About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. You will also come across many paintings by Chantal Peguiron that are intimately related to my artwork. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. If you like it, don’t hesitate to subscribe and follow me on social media! May you have an inspiring visit!

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