down in a hole

the violence of the past
with it's disturbing eyes
a stormy trail
that leads to ashes of a black heart
it follows me
it swallows me
and now as the present haunts
and humbles my every gesture
it reunites the dark passenger
and they dance with death
painting my dreams with deep wrath
why do i harbor so much rage?
how can i expand beyond this
without becoming victim
to it's easy and inviting embrace?
it's so simple to give in.
it's so easy to fall down the hole
of rotting hopelessness.
where hearts go to die
where unborn babies cry
and this rut is boxing me in
can i escape?
i must.