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.

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