this is the hole that I crawl in
when the waves crash close and low
when the worry has seeped through my shoes
and into my ruse and beneath the few remaining scraps of myself that I carry
around
this is the hole that I live in
when the winds howl loud and sharp
when the future has stabbed through my spine
and into my mind and I wonder if I can pretend it's not real if I don't make a
sound
this is the hole that I'd die in
I lined it with thoughts of you
but you crash through the waves
and you howl through the wind
and you crawl deep down into the place where I've been and you
say
"remember the sun"
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems from daily writing. #1 in blackoutpoetry (1/20/21) #1 in dailypoetry (1/20/21) #1 in stanza (12/15/20)
