Description: This poem is a self-metaphor. It began as a description of my mood when I started writing it, but then I chose a difficult rhyme scheme for it, and the poem itself became the hole in the ground. It took a full week to finish.
My Own Personal Hole in the Ground -------------------------------------------
I sit in a pit
Of a merciless black
There’s no way to go
Either forward or back.
I shout, ‘Let me out!’
As the people walk by
But the wall is too tall
For my pitiful cry.
I sink in a drink
Of a black murky hue
I’ll drown underground
In this unholy goo.
I need to be freed
From my prison of muck
But tis true, sure as glue,
I am thoroughly stuck.
You now ask me how
I got into this place?
With flies in my eyes
And mud on my face?
Please, let me ease
Your curious mind
I created my state
With a shovel, you’ll find.
Submission Name: My Own Personal Hole in the Ground
