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Hole
A hole so deep I cannot see
past the bottles around my feet
pop another, you'll be fine
the pain will fade in due time.
Pop, one, two, or three
the hole grows
that sinking feeling
as eyes roll back
and body goes limp
taking you deeper
tightening its grip.
It has you now
It drags you down
that hole you made
too fill your pain.
In the end
You will be broken
the hole so deep
words miss spoken
lashing out at
all you love
Lost in thought
Rule by the drug.
Copyright ©
Jeff Smith
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