Digging

Thrown in a hole
as a little youngin
Not knowing
Of any sin.
The hole she sat
seeming it as the world.

As she got older
it became apparent
The hole
Was the prison

Her own flesh in blood
Whom thrown her in
had been slowly
burying her
Deeper and deeper.

He was digging the hole
while she
eager
to fill it back up.
Too deep at this point
no other way
than out.

More on later
every time hope came
to get out
the deeper the hole got.

Surrounded by strings
dust
and mud
Nothing was sure.
The future looked murky.

She began to impose:
Why are you keeping me in
Every time I try to get out!
its clear
You don't care about me.

I WILL find my way out
Build my own Eden.
and you bugger
wont get in my way.

Eventually,
there will come a time
you cant control me anymore
and there will be nothing you can do
to throw me back in.