Walking ahead, down he fell
It seemed a hole, not a den
Not a spring, nor a cave
A deep dark pit, an empty grave
A surge of pain, a rush of blood
He felt a strain down in the mud
His limbs grew heavy, no choice but to stay
In this deep dark hole of his own dismay
He dreams of home, a cottage with cake
Just then, enters a snake!
Black and bleak, it’s home below
“Never me, for that I know!”
Moments to hours, hours to days
Waiting and pondering, in filth he lays
“Once I’m healed, escape this place!”
He tells himself, his saving grace
His body restored; go up, go out
Too long he stayed, his mind of doubt
Away from life, away from sight
Darkness around, now scared of light
“Life be simple in the deep dark hole!”
“Nary a worry, no need for gold!”
Captain of his fate, master of his soul
Liberation is found in the deep dark hole.
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Author:
ravale (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I thought of this poem while thinking about various forms of escapes people use to get away from their lives. Usually, their escapes become their prisons.
- Category: Reflection
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