Cold, Dark holes

Cold, Dark holes

A Poem by Kaela Craven
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I'm going through a very intensely bad time in my life.

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I am grateful for tunnels.

For dark, cold holes

To shrink into.

 

I am grateful for quilts

And movies

And vodka.

 

I am grateful for 8.1% alcoholic beers

And the way they bring my dinner up

In the evening.

 

I am grateful for ugliness and hatred

And my power to humiliate.

 

But mostly

I am grateful for death.

© 2012 Kaela Craven


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but mostly
i'm grateful for death
wow...

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is an amazing qay to express intense moments in this way... The style is unique and fits the mood.. strong write..

Posted 15 Years Ago


I am glad you chose to diffuse your tension here..its the best place
I ve been through these times and maybe through much harder time that you told about
but I took to reading lots of literature ,thats what I do at times of crises
they did wonders to me ,when I read some of the great writers and read what they themselves went through
and what they told of very bad experiences all through times
and how their different characters dealt with the situation ,and in a very dreamy way
for they were special ,and they did tell me so much about life and how to live it
or at time how to un live it and keep away like take a short rest,but never give way to despair
no these are only tactics to deal with the blows of life ..you will come even stronger
trust me you will..life is so strange when suddenly you think its all so dark and cloudy
when so suddenly you see a very bright sun that you will wonder ..how come..but it is
this gave me lots to think and enjoy thinking
lovely write

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Kaela Craven
Kaela Craven

Tucson, AZ



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