Rabbit-Hole

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I’m not sure how I got down here
clutching my knees in the dark
shivering from this cruel and hopeless fate

how did I get here?
hearing your struggles without discussing my own
not speaking a word
just listening
you say you trust me
that must mean you like me
I listen to it all with bated breath in hope
and then it all comes crashing down
As you mention another girl

And then I fall
down and down
the rabbit hole

This relationship is all wrong
you are supposed to realize
soon, today, now
that it was me all along
who listens
who smiles
who cares
for you
and you are supposed to realize
it is me who you want to listen to
to see smile
to care for

but you don’t care
I tell you so and you do not deny it
you do not say I am wrong
you do not say what I want you to say

down
down

I say I am done,
you say you understand.

what I want you to say is
‘wait
no
I need you in my life too much
to have you fall
down
down
away from me’

but all I hear from you is goodbye…

and then I collide
with the cold hard earth
with no hope of ever clawing my way out

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hamman's picture

o.k.

I am new to this site as well,
and could relate to your fall down the hole of disappointment....

Nice Piece.......Peace

clutchforbalance's picture

very nice

I think we all find ourselves in that rabbit hole or relating to your words. You put it wonderfully, kudos to you


It seems that the only people who can see pain in others' eyes, are people who have seen it in their own...

lrb123's picture

Thank You!

Thanks so much for your insight. I really appreciate it. I don't write poetry all that much but when something I can't quite put into words happens I try to put it in words as best as I can. This is a raw example of this because I did this in one night... Thanks again!


“Man can live about forty days without food, about three days without water, about eight minutes without air, but only for one second without hope.”

CaptainShambles's picture

nice poem, i particularly

nice poem, i particularly like your structuring, the small 2 or 3 line stanzas break up the rythm and slow it down. Well done.


I'm sorry i wasn't who you thought i was. F**k it, i'm sorry i wasn't who i thought i was.
...I bought the heartbreak hotel on my own with no investors, closed it down and opened the F**k you, get over it bed and breakfast