neoritter
04-24-2007, 09:37 PM
This is a pretty raw poem if you could call it that. Kinda depressing I'd say, wrote it a few weeks ago. The feelings pretty much coincide with the hecticness of college at the time. So here ya go, my personal form of toture to you.
The Hole
By: Me
I'm back where I thought I'd never be again,
I'm in this hole and keeps getting deeper,
My nails have fallen off in my attempts to climb out,
And the walls are becoming slippery as muddy water begins to drown me.
I know there is freedom and light at the top but all I see is the dark cloud,
Pouring wave after wave of emotionless rain onto me.
Maybe I never left this hole,
Maybe I only thought I had gotten out,
So that some cruel fate could make me fall deeper,
Maybe it was all a dream I've just woken up from my self-imposed slumber.
I still have a shard of hope, maybe this water is more blessing than curse,
I could still get out as long as the water keeps rising,
But no fate would have me so lucky,
I rise farther up and realize something is keeping me anchored,
What I do not know, just a cold substance that just burns into my skin,
It's not pulling me but it's not allowing me to move much either,
What is it! What could do paralyze me so? What is holding me back?
Maybe I was never meant to rise for long,
Maybe I was only meant to go so far and fail in the goal,
So that the three sisters could toy with me for just that much longer,
Maybe its all meant to be, to know the solution but unable to obtain it.
The water is at my mouth now, its putrid taste invading me,
I glance up one more time and see what another poor soul must have seen as well,
There's a bronze metal bar somehow attached to the walls,
I reach up with my right hand, grasping the warm handle,
I pull and swing my left arm, my left hand misses and my right one begins to slip,
I try again this time gaining purchase, I readjust my right hand more firmly and pull,
The seemingly impossible happens and I begin to rise, more hope!
Maybe I can get out of here,
Maybe I can finally leave this hole,
So that I could fill it with what made me fall into,
Maybe that would show the fates, me succeeding where I was supposed to fail.
The metaphysical chain around my leg becomes taut yet still to gives way,
The water is at my shoulders I can finally breath again!
I begin to pull again my second wind coming to me,
My right arm buckles and goes numb, I can feel my fingers slipping,
I fall, the water back at my mouth, but my left hand is still hanging on,
I try to move my right arm again to grasp the bronze handle but it will not move,
My fingers begin to slip from the handle but I regain the lost ground,
But the blood begins to leave them pain beginning to shoot through them,
I don't know how much longer I can hang on,
My body ripples with the now cold water, my whole body shivering,
And I think, if I fail at least it will be painless,
Cold and tired maybe I will just fall asleep.
The Hole
By: Me
I'm back where I thought I'd never be again,
I'm in this hole and keeps getting deeper,
My nails have fallen off in my attempts to climb out,
And the walls are becoming slippery as muddy water begins to drown me.
I know there is freedom and light at the top but all I see is the dark cloud,
Pouring wave after wave of emotionless rain onto me.
Maybe I never left this hole,
Maybe I only thought I had gotten out,
So that some cruel fate could make me fall deeper,
Maybe it was all a dream I've just woken up from my self-imposed slumber.
I still have a shard of hope, maybe this water is more blessing than curse,
I could still get out as long as the water keeps rising,
But no fate would have me so lucky,
I rise farther up and realize something is keeping me anchored,
What I do not know, just a cold substance that just burns into my skin,
It's not pulling me but it's not allowing me to move much either,
What is it! What could do paralyze me so? What is holding me back?
Maybe I was never meant to rise for long,
Maybe I was only meant to go so far and fail in the goal,
So that the three sisters could toy with me for just that much longer,
Maybe its all meant to be, to know the solution but unable to obtain it.
The water is at my mouth now, its putrid taste invading me,
I glance up one more time and see what another poor soul must have seen as well,
There's a bronze metal bar somehow attached to the walls,
I reach up with my right hand, grasping the warm handle,
I pull and swing my left arm, my left hand misses and my right one begins to slip,
I try again this time gaining purchase, I readjust my right hand more firmly and pull,
The seemingly impossible happens and I begin to rise, more hope!
Maybe I can get out of here,
Maybe I can finally leave this hole,
So that I could fill it with what made me fall into,
Maybe that would show the fates, me succeeding where I was supposed to fail.
The metaphysical chain around my leg becomes taut yet still to gives way,
The water is at my shoulders I can finally breath again!
I begin to pull again my second wind coming to me,
My right arm buckles and goes numb, I can feel my fingers slipping,
I fall, the water back at my mouth, but my left hand is still hanging on,
I try to move my right arm again to grasp the bronze handle but it will not move,
My fingers begin to slip from the handle but I regain the lost ground,
But the blood begins to leave them pain beginning to shoot through them,
I don't know how much longer I can hang on,
My body ripples with the now cold water, my whole body shivering,
And I think, if I fail at least it will be painless,
Cold and tired maybe I will just fall asleep.