POTHOLES
There's a pothole in my chestWhere my heart is supposed to go.
There's a pothole in the road,
Where the devil likes to go.
There are potholes in every road I see,
Is this because the potholes are for me?
Where the devil spawn likes to go,
Down to hell the devil's road.
I tried to go to the church today,
There was to many potholes.
That were in my way,
Expanding potholes in the road.
So today I'll go home and pray,
That the potholes will go away.
There's nowhere for us to drive,
I've seen one breathe, It's alive.
I looked in the mirror what do I see ,
Nothing but a pothole looking back at me.
I should have known, Seen the signs,
The potholes are here in my mind.
Going outside at night what can I see,
Nothing but potholes, All looking at me.
My day's have gone,
My death is nigh.
Glancing up towards the midnight sky,
What do you think that I could see.
Nothing but blackholes;
The potholes of our galaxy.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-02-14 at 00:01
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