Rabbit Hole


I found the rabbit hole

Looking to belong

Something greater

Larger than self

Worth for a wayward soul


Counting can be nothing

Purpose blind

Want to achieve

Perfection cursed

To stand for something


With each trial, deeper I went

The darker it got

Imagined expectations

Craving every test

Metal straightened from bent


Looking for, yet unknown

A morsel of pride

In a father’s eyes

A jester earning

The right hand at the throne


The bottom held a million eyes

Bonded in the depth

With the little souls yet left

Finding what sought

In the promise of demise


12 Responses to “Rabbit Hole”
  1. jonicaggiano says:

    I felt lots of emotion when reading this. Trying hard to be the best we can be and not being satisfied.
    This is a sad poem and yet it speaks truth for many people. I am very hard on myself. So it reminds me a little of myself. Very cleverly written Brad. Lots of visuals in this piece.
    Hope your week is going well the weeks run together for me. One week seems like the last. Trying to keep structure in my life helps the most. Sending lots of love, hugs and newly potted flowers and a gardenia tree so you can smell the south. Jonikins

  2. Jim Borden says:

    we are all looking for some form of acceptance or acknowledgement, but we just have to be true to ourselves. thanks for such thoughtful poem, it made me think…

  3. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    A very well written poem, many images, some sad parts, some thoughts not clear, lovely words my friend,

    • Brad Osborne says:

      I do agree that some of the metaphors are ambiguous. I think I was hoping that the readers would fill in the blanks from their own perspective. I always appreciate your support, my friend! Have a great weekend!

      • Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

        Always a pleasure my good friend, and all the best, have a great weekend!

  4. petespringerauthor says:

    Simply moving! The lines that really hit home for me:
    Looking for, yet unknown
    A morsel of pride
    In a father’s eyes

    My dad has been gone for almost fifteen years, and I still want to make him proud.

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