by Jimmy Krause
Gone is my will to live,
but fear keeps me from dying.
Gone is my want to be loved,
but I long for someone to hold.
Gone is my belief in God,
but I beg Him to save me.
The hole opens wider,
I spiral and waver.
The hole opens deeper,
I cling to its walls.
Jimmy Krause is a senior at the NYU School of Professional Studies. He studies history but has devoted the past two years to all forms of creative writing. He currently teaches music and writing to other veterans in hopes they will find it as cathartic and healing as he has.