Why Can't I Climb Out of This Hole?A Poem by Charles R. CiminokiiWrote this late at night. To be honest, I was a little drunk... Pretty short...There is a hole in which I can't accend I stumble around but I can't find an end All around me it is dark and damp I ask why god can't bless me with a ramp One that will help me find an answer instead what I recive is this stance here But a thought occurs and I pause... This hole is almost as tall as myself, and I stand but two inches over this six foot shelf... © 2009 Charles R. Ciminokii |
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2 Reviews Added on January 8, 2009 Last Updated on January 8, 2009 AuthorCharles R. CiminokiiI sleep on park benches in, KYAboutWho am I? Well thats a story within its self to be honest with you. Who I am isn't truly as important as to what I want to do, correct? I am an aspiring renaissance man in which I am not just a writer.. more..Writing
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