you're in a hole.
a ditch,
a cell of sorts,
a dark place.
is there enough ice
cream
to lick
to get you out.
enough
cake
or pie, enough drink,
or sex.
can you be rescued
from yourself?
is there a drug
you need to take?
can you
climb out on your own
and not
be sick?
can you retrieve yourself
with a simple
nap, or maybe just
a stroll around
the shimmering
green lake.
perhaps prayer, how
often
do i forget about that.
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