Just another slice at a slow soothing pace
Just another pill to drown that horrid face
Just another life, just another feast
I can not escape the ugly beast
It’s all reality, some say a thrilling ride
But there’s nothing thrilling about wanting to die…
Call me bleak
Call me blind
Call me weak
But you see I’ve been caught up in a daunting bind..
In this hole far to deep
80feet under I try to escape
Can’t escape a hole that never changes shape…
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“a hole that never changes shape” – there’s something profound about that.
If we dig or try to find a way out we unavoidably alter the shape of the hole we are in. But I can see being trapped and frozen – there may even be a way out if we reached for a spot of light.
Sometimes we just stay frozen.
Maybe that’s so but how do you reach for a spot of light you never see from being blinded from the battles and losing hope…?