once i fell in a hole too.
it was a bottomless pit.
The only thing pulling me further and further
was the one thing i thought i loved.

Ill still remember the feeling
of sinking
deeper and deeper
not knowing if i would make it out
if i would breathe the air again

One day she came along and threw me a rope
i eventually got out and
she helped me to stand upright
and thats where ive been ever since.

but since shes gone now
i cant help but peer into the abyss

and im loosing my footing.
Metaphor Reviewed by Metaphor on . Autobiography in Five Short Chapters Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson I. I walk down the street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost.....I am helpless; it isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. II. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place; but it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Rating: 5