The Hole

Author: Leopardclaw
Type: Poems
Rating: Moderate
Status: Complete

A somewhat depressing poem.

The hole is always there
Always has been there
But you ignore the whispers
Fear the whispers
The whispers that call
Your name

When all is dark,
Then you hear them call
They promise a better
Life. Without depression
Without fear, where you can live

The hole feeds from emotion
From hoplessness
It whispers in your ear
It gives you your escape
Do you take it?

How did you get here?
This life so sad
Enough to hear the whispers
To consider the only option of
Escape from everything