the dark hole

was just shuffling through some old poetry. i found this. my mother had written it for me when i was about 17. maybe it wasn’t true at that time, but now-a-days, maybe it is..

the dark hole

i think he crawled out of his dark hole
because now it can be told
i think he crawled out of his dark hole
because it was to cold
i think he crawled out of his dark hole
because it was abode
i think he crawled out of his dark hole
because it no longer had a hold
i think he crawled out of his dark hole
because he watched it all unfold
i think he crawled out of his dark hole
because now he really knows, himself,
he loves, his soul
i think he crawled out of his dark hole
because i need him so
-Vicki Renee Gears
-Bella

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