The Hole
Darkness,
that's all I can see.
How can it be?
One moment I was high and mighty.
The next, I was knocked off my throne.
Cast aside, I was.
Banished to this unforgiving hole.
I hear the voices.
Harsh, tormenting, deafening.
But then, a light.
A blinding light.
A white light.
And then robes.
I was being raised out of this abyss.
St. Jude, my savior.
He raised me back.
Again, I am human again.
This poem is about:
Me