The Hole

I am all alone in this dark hole.
I sit and wait to be liberated.
But all the more I scream and yell
that I wish to be heavily sedated.

I am not myself anymore.
The beasts have made me something so vile.
I see the path I have taken,
and I cry all the while.

I see the things that I have done,
that put me in this dismal place.
And when I look at the muddy pool of water on the ground
I can barely recognize my own saddened weather worn face.

It has been blackened by the lies
and has been aged by the pain.
If I could go back I would
and I would do it over again.

I would shun the beasts that lured me here,
with their promises of love and happiness.
I would take a candle next time I went in the dark,
so I could really see which road is best.

But alas I can't change what has happened.
I can not revisit the past.
I can not sew up the wounds I have scourged
and I can not go back and wait for the beasts to take off their masks.

This was my most precious gift.
The life I was given on my very first day.
Why was I so foolish?
Why did I just waste it away?


Ok this poem is sort of about peer pressure and sort of about wasting your life doing things that are foolish or self destructive. The "beasts" are people in your life that try to get you to do things that you know are wrong whether that be morally or legally and the hole is the guilt and shame you can feel after you do those things.