a Poem by Raquel Swann
As I go, there I go,
deep in this hole, I don’t know
I don’t know, where else to go,
It’s so low, as I go,
back to my hole, will you show,
will you show, before I go,
It’s so deep, as I creep,
Inside this hole,
I can’t sleep, as I weep,
I weep in this deep.
I’m a creep, in this deep,
deep in this hole,
there I go, I will go,
back to my hole.
you won’t show, I just know,
At the door to my hole,
fish me out, of my drought,
inside this hole,
I don’t know, where I’ll go,
except for the hole.
