Poetry: Thinking myself in a hole in Creative Writing

Thinking myself in a hole
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I pray to lay my head in a hole;
Not in body but in thought.
My plagues would disperse in soil
And my mind would be left distraught.

Why do I pledge and plea
For such a happening to come to me –
To clear my head of all that’s there
And to set my thoughts free?

Cold and shaking I turn to the bed
Indifferent to loss of time and space.
While I keep myself from getting ahead –
I enjoy what I have and maintain haste.

Here I stand awaiting my sleep
Too tired to feel, too tired to weep.
Just when I thought I was on a roll
I was just thinking myself down in a hole.

© 2002, Joe Jenkins