Ruth warren

Rookie (5/4/1973 / LONDON)

The Hole - Poem by Ruth warren

Desperate and confused,
alone in the darkness I sit;
saddened by the failure I am,
as another cigarette is lit.

I was once so full of hopes and dreams,
a treasure box I truly cherished;
but depression caused my joy to vanish,
thus my dreams of happiness perished.

I wasn't always quite so sad,
I lived on a cloud every day;
but somewhere along my trip through life,
my happiness faded away.

Cruel words were spoken of me,
that pierced my tender soul;
I stopped believing in myself,
and dug a deep, dark hole.

I retreated into this self-made cocoon,
where I would spend my days;
and no one has ever once entered,
this quiet and very safe place.

If I were to emerge from my dark despair,
it would put myself at harm;
from lips that speak of lying words,
and the touch from betraying arms.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006



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