there is a hole in the ground
and it is dark
and it is cold
but inside that hole there is me
the me that can not escape this darkness
the ground is too high above my head
and the dirt is low beneath my feet
i cannot get out
i cannot climb
and soon some one will fill that hole
and then there will be no light
that holes name is known by some
and there is more than just one
it appears beneath a persons feet
and it doesn't go away
until that person is strong enough
to climb out
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Tired Dreams and Escaped Reality [ poetry. ]
Poetrytired dreams and escaped reality. Poetry by LonelyAndras. -Enjoy.