Full of worries and contradictions,
it blasts away any chance of peace.
Thoughts jumbled in cobwebs,
lining halls of utter despair.
Bells ring along curved walls,
warnings to take care.
One hole is filled
as another emerges.
A shovel can’t do the job,
won’t save me from my pride.
Sleep, be my savior,
refresh my state of mind.
Bring hope to this desert landscape,
full of worries and contradictions.







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Love ya!
Jane
I keep filling them up!
After I filled one up,
then there came another!
What the heck?
I slammed that shovel on the stupid rabbit.
It dodged
and sprung up from yet another hole!
Stop eating my carrots! I shouted.
But the rabbit didn't care!
It stuck its head out
and mocked me from the hole.
~ Sandie