The Hole

The hole keeps getting bigger

I can't stop

I must keep going

why?

why is the question of the moment

I am afraid

Afraid of many things

But the hole still lingers

I no longer seem to smile

I just seem to go through the motions

When does it end...

Why don't I feel normal

Why don't I feel whole

Maybe I'll never know

I will probably always feel this way...

always feel the hole...

am I because I am or I am because I am?
No one can tell
I hide away ashamed
I hide away well
I hide so no one can see inside
tired
vacant headlights shine down the beaten path
blah

In A Coma

My brain is in a fog
a deep freeze
where did my intellect go
was it sucked down the tubes
was it eaten by sanity
munched on by ravonious germs
who knows
all I know is I am here
but my brain has moved
it left no forwarding address
I am lost
no one turned anything into the found box
rantings
ravings
do no good
I am gone
BLAH!