A Hole
A deep Hole
A chasm without magnitude
An abyss without depth
Limitless and eternal
Perplexing in its desire
Its smoke envelopes you
Its force keeps pulling you down
Propelling you into its emptiness
Its overwhelming howl is frightening
But its tranquil silence is comforting as it engages you with definite familiarity
It is your home
Never ceasing to remind you of your past that is written in a book
A diary filled with the passions and hopes that life holds
But it also hides a list within your heart
Begging you to cross out the tumults and rage
Written in liaison with your mind’s desires and experiences
A locust emerges from your core on the verge of extreme prejudice and eradication
It is your transit to all happiness and aspiration
Your meridian, your necessity
Your Sickness, your Disease
As this hole draws you deeper
Fear grips you tighter
A sense of hopelessness showers you
How does all seem so lost?
How are so many feelings entwined within you in such a quizzical manner?
Is there an end to this fall?
Will there ever be a star?
Will there ever be a light to shine your way?
Will this darkness end?
Will this sadness dissipate?
Is there true salvation?
Is there life?