I keep writing my self out
of this hole, only to look back
upon my progress and fall back
thru the layers of rock and dirt.
On my back again at the sandy
bottom of it all, I’ve broken
my leg and my skull. But here
I am putting word behind word
once more only to find
I’ll never make it back.
2 Comments
December 17, 2007 at 8:46 pm
Hard
December 18, 2007 at 8:24 pm
I so hear that right now. Its not all your blood down there. In fact, I think there is another soul right next to me.
I don’t know about you, but I’m so tired of being in this hole. And then to think, even if I get out, chances are pretty good I might just fall into another one.
damn it.
~GoGo