HOLE

HOLE

Go back in your hole of my past life
And freeze yourself there.

For you are a relic from my recent long ago.

I have no need for your screams
And all your self-righteous horror
At all my unrealized dreams.

You were not there on the fateful day,
God shaped my body in the clay.

I do not think you created me in the womb,
I do not think you would go with me to the tomb.

I do not think you would hurt very much
If I should go and bury my dreams.
Go back in your hole of my past life,
I do not need your screams.

I do not need you one little bit
Your sarcastic banter and your wit.
I do not need you with your stern crossed arms,
Your mercenary misplaced charms.

So go back in your hole where I cannot see your eyes,
In my hell I do not need another devil in disguise.

I am burning already, soon to be gone in a mighty flash,
And all that will be left of me is worthless rubble and misspent ash.

Go back in your hole of my past life
And freeze yourself there.

For you are a relic from my recent long ago.

I have no need for your screams
And all your self-righteous horror
At all my unrealized dreams.

-Bruce Potts
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