sexta-feira, 2 de julho de 2010

#22 ~ The hole

Down deep into shadows,
nothing remains but loneliness,
shadows dances in the walls of
the hole.
Downward he goes,
and he recognizes a long time
a metal sharp spotted with a dark
red blood.
He continues going down,
an hurricane of old ashes come through him,
he tries to scape but, he gets suffocate with it,
he suddently faints.
When he wake up he notices that
he can't go further down;
He blames himself and decides to
try to find a way out.
He try to climb up through the untidy wall,
but he falls down;
he tries to break the wall, but it doesn't works;
he tries to shout for help,
but no one come for help him.
Tired of failed attempts
he ditches mud and ground to
find another way in the other side
of the muddy soil.
After hours of grubbing he finally
trespass his hand by the ground,
felling a breeze on its,
in ecstasy he burrows it quickly;
But the hole gets bigger,
and he falls down all at once.
He falls into darkness,
and there's no voice or lament that
will take him off from these place.
Consumed by nothingless but panic
he starts screaming and running,
but once he notice that it's useless.
After several time he settle something that
a long time ago he doesn't do,
he prays.
And so, he decides to keep waiting into dark.

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