Digging My Grave!
Singing loud and loud
i am digging myself
Into the night.
The howling is over
And standing in the graveyard
i am singing.
Singing loud and loud
Digging deep to the core.
In the realm of the night
And at the darkest hour.
(In the wink of an eye
the life sparks and fades)
And in that faint shine
i am digging my grave.
Striking hard,
Cutting deep into the heart.
It's bleeding tears.
It's bleeding rains.
i am screaming, dear...
i am screaming in pain
" i will be buried, soon! "
...
i am happy.
Soon... i can breathe free!
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digging your grave
michaelinecoulterI love your poem where did you find the words alot of people feel like that
Keep up the writing you have a real talant
thanks so much for loving it....
thank you very much for giving it your time..and loving it.
actually it just came....it happens with me. . poems come from inside, I only write them down, and if I miss out then it'll be gone...so cannot say from where I get the words....
It sounds you also feel the same way...Hanging to the sky...waiting to fall. . .