Fell in that hole
while back…
It was dark, dank, deep
and black.—
yeah, black.
Lost the company of sleep—
he din’t like it down there
in the black
and the cold.—
yeah, cold.
Freeze every little hair.
That hole—
it haunts me.
I close my eyes and it’s there.
You close your eyes—
you see nothing.
Don’t see dark— see nothing.
I see that hole,
and all its shadowey reflections.
And—
when I force the grains of sand—
y’know, through that gap in the hourglass—
people say nothing.
say words— say nothing.
Or laugh, like it’s a farce—
Like I’m mad.
I’m—not—mad— just haunted.—
yeah, haunted.
The ghost wraps its fingers—
round my neck.
I’m not mad, it’s just—
that hole.—
yeah, that hole.
The hole behind my eyes.
That damned hole.