Digging Far Below the Surface

A description of a lower form of despair

I carved out a shallow trench,
then stood inside and dug some more
made a hole that was just too deep
the sides too steep to climb
no ladder or rope to make an escape

So I sit down and laugh
in a pit of despair, I cringe
as it starts to rain

Such a pity that I cannot swim
trapped with emotion,
that I should have left outside

While the water slowly rises
and hell, I'm still laughing
at the voices in my head
at the eyes staring down,
watching me drown
pleading me to swim.

So I think I'll just lay down
Just. . .dearly tired of struggling
and i speak my last breath
"Please forgive me, please forget me,
please. . .just go away"


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This is an old one I wrote about a decade ago, around the time my fiance' dissapeared