sitting in the deepest hole
there is no more place for me to go
i wandered the streets
waiting for a sign
but on this one way path
i got lost
waiting to hear you
feel you as you shouted out my name
i wanted to hug you
hold you
but instead you slipped away
now i'm sitting in the deepest hole
staring up at the sky
hoping and praying that someday soon
we would be alright
About the Creator
Parsley Rose
Just a small town girl, living in a dystopian wasteland, trying to survive the next big Feral Ghoul attack. I'm from a vault that ran questionable operations on sick and injured prewar to postnuclear apocalypse vault dwellers. I like stars.
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Comments (2)
The imagery of sitting in the deepest hole really captures that feeling of loss and longing. Such a moving piece.
I like this poem. Bro also i need your support don,t forget me ok dear.