Untitled [I looked for Love in a Hole Once]

I looked for love in a hole once.
First, rocks were overturned by my quest;
Trees fought, uprooted in agony of my search.
The calming omnipresent wind mocked me as I
Stood and screamed for Atlas’ help;
Who better than the Titan of Burden.
No answer, as I suspected.
I peered over the edge of that dirty,
Grassy burrow. The wind sang as it
Wisped over that mysterious opening,
A breath over the jugs‘ orphus.
Crumbled dirt and pebbles succumbed to its depth,
The sweet smell of mud and wet grass exhaled upon my face;
My knees grew wet from the ground, tribute to rain past.
My muddy palms inched closely to the barrier of light and
Darkness of the abyss below.
I squinted, leaned back and sat, lost in thought.