In a Hole

he’s gone, he died
how ever could i
have wished it was me
who ceased to be

but did i even want that
to be gone, to never come back
never see sun rise
never look in your eyes
never run in the rain
never have to feel pain

that’s what it’s about
that’s why i have doubt
all the pain in my head
that fills me with dread
everyday was a fight
just wanting to see light

light at the end of a tunnel
that just looks like a funnel
only going deeper
smaller and smaller
into a hole

a hole that must end
so that i can mend
a hole with a ladder
but what is much sadder
is the will to climb
must somehow survive
that deep dark pit
where no light can be lit