Friday, 16 November 2012

The Hole.


How do I get out of this hole,
That I have dug for myself so deep,
I am trying to drag myself out,
But the walls are high and steep.

It all started off so small,
Just a dip in the ground,
But soon it grew and then grew some more,
Until the top could no longer be found.

So I shall continue to dig,
Until I reach the other side,
One day I will leave this dark place,
And still have my dignity and pride.