The Hole

January 23, 2014

The hole that I fell in

swallowed me whole

now I see nothing

It covered its top

closing me in

now I'm stuck

I know what its doing

trying to keep me for itself

to have and to hold forever

Colder it gets

since the sun is blocked out

Now it's too late to scream

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