This paper is blank,

like the depths of your soul.

It is spinning downward

down an endless hole.

You can’t grab on;

there are no roots to hold.

You keep falling down and down

where your heart turns cold.

You’ve realized,

but it’s too late--

your punishment will

no longer wait.

You should have considered

and stopped to think.

Now everything you loved

is gone before you can blink.

So you are spinning downward,

scraping against the sides,

for this hole you created for yourself

is only two feet wide.

And now it is way too late

to learn from your mistakes.

How long can you keep falling?

Forever, give or take.

This paper is

no longer blank.

Yet still, look at

how deep you sank.