One day

The hole

My mom wrote this poem but I really liked it and wanted to share it with all of you
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I dug myself a hole
down around 6 feet deep
and pulled the dirt down on top of me
wishing I could sleep.

I let the darkness fill around me
and I started to close my eyes
when A soft voice spoke
down inside of me
and whispered, "child rise!"

I ignored it's fervent touch
it's gentle and soft caress
and turn back towards the gloom
for my solitude and rest.

Within my deep dark chamber
concealed from my doom
that vehement voice attempted
to compel me from my room.

It spoke softly to my heart
words that connect to my soul
"The end is coming wrongly
in this doomed and tortured hole."

"And yet you still refuse me
and yet you cannot see
the world did not turn against you
but you have turned on thee."

I cried out in anger
"You don't know my loss
you cannot understand
the pain this life has cost!"

I held back stinging tears
As I trembled in the dark
and tried to find my serenity
As I tore my calm apart.
I felt the earth press down around me
I tore at the soil in fear
and screamed out in longing
for that voice I could no longer here.

Somewhere up above me the sun had set
but the light in my eyes
had not died just yet.

The yearning for life felt strange
in my cold and empty heart
but I kindled the dying embers
and bid the flame to start.

And that voice chuckled through me
it laughed with mirthless pride
it dove deeper in my sorrows
and brought the anger up inside.

The soil around me vanished
and I awakened in my room
feeling hurt and angered
but no longer concealed from my doom.