The Hole
I speak, but I'm not heard
In a world of darkness
On a different level
Of something I don't understand
The rain falls, but the grass dies
In the spring of my winter
My soul searches
But it sees no healthy soil to plant a seed
My world is in a hole, where people visit when they trip and fall
Once healed, the go on my way
But the way is walked by them instead
Their fruit ripens for them to eat, as mine wither away
Their day goes on as mine darkens
From the ground up
My soul dies
My cries fall on deaf ears
Who cannot hear me
How did I end up here anyway?
In a world of darkness
On a different level
Of something I don't understand
The rain falls, but the grass dies
In the spring of my winter
My soul searches
But it sees no healthy soil to plant a seed
My world is in a hole, where people visit when they trip and fall
Once healed, the go on my way
But the way is walked by them instead
Their fruit ripens for them to eat, as mine wither away
Their day goes on as mine darkens
From the ground up
My soul dies
My cries fall on deaf ears
Who cannot hear me
How did I end up here anyway?
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