Poem composed on September 11, 2009
Stuck and trapped in a hole
An endless dungeon so deep
Trying hard to keep oneself as a whole
But the pain has just started to seep
Into a small and tiny puny mole
The self starts to drift into sleep
But predestined is everyone’s role
What’s not ours we can never keep
So stop mourning with half flag on a pole
It is over! There is no more time to weep
Another better heart will come to console
The adventure is still on so get on the jeep
This is a response to what AT posted on facebook comment: “AT is staying in a hole...deep, deep, deep hole... so tired...”
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