The Hole
A Poem About Darkness
Some days I go into a dark hole It’s not dangerous, but it’s bleak in there A place where I can hide and beat myself up without anyone knowing the emotional turmoil I inflict on myself while I sit like a stoic, in my hole, with a volcano inside of me
When I go into this hole it’s not easy to get out because even though I know the level of withdrawal I feel inside of it, it always provides me deep solace Like the baby blanket I lost, from the mother I lost, to the father who passed This hole is my parent Nurturing me in all the wrong ways by giving me comfort in emotional confinement
It’s not that there’s no light in the hole, there is, but I don’t want it when I am in there I want the darkness I want the solitude I want the quiet No expectations No requests No judgment Just me, and the depths of my darkness
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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