hole

it's the kind

of a day

I'm yet to understand.

once again

in a lousy mood

and it sucks to be

stuck

in this hole.

I know

there are those worse

than me

but somehow

I don't feel I'm

any better.

there are things

that make me

feel good:

the excitement of

buying the book;

the fresh smell of paper;

a poem written;

a decent human conversation

excluding vanity;

Bukowski's Madness;

a touch of luck;

the feeling of fulfilment reached

with good music;

a message of encouragement.

but now

I'm empty.

empty as a trash can

in a haunted house.

empty as a politicians

promise.

empty as a following thought written

on a blank peace

of paper:

we're all

just the same; we are only

borrowers

on this planet

and that is a simple

truth.

empty

as this hole

I'm in.

maybe

I should get

a cat?

I like cats.

they'll stick with you

for as long as you

feed them and

occasionally

pat them.

even if you don't

they'll find the way

to survive.

they'll move on

to better things.

with no fuss.

I'm sure

they'll even know the way-

the way out

of this

hole.

© Tom Del Braco