I feel the need to write...

And the great story isnt with me tonight so Im screwed. Ill just wirte what comes to mind, though I do have an idea...

As time has gone by,
the hole has been dug.
One by one they took a little dirt;
some taking more, and returning little,
some taking little and returning lots.
Yet no matter who or how much, the whole still grew.
Grew to a size that begand a small cave in.
The ground shook, dirt fell in and now the hole,
deep black and dirty, was wider and deeper still.
Trying to save what was there,
I became desperate.
GRabbing many at once to try to fill the void
the emptyness of that hole.
And instead of filling they took...took what wasnt thiers,
what I shuldnt have offered.
Finally one came,
one who gave and never asked for anything,
Save for a few shovel fulls of that precious dirt.
I gave and gave, and so did she,
and together we found eace and balance and happiness.
One day I ddint give any back...and she ran.
Now I am alone here,
and the hole grows steadily bigger...
and the darkness and dirt are surrounding me.
Soon ill be lsot in this forever...


Instead ill post something i worte a few years back that I just found...let me know what you think...(FYI this was back around jan 02 id say a bad time for me...)