Dig, Dig And Dig

Dig, Dig And Dig

A Chapter by Rose

I fall to the ground
With all my shovels and spades
Trying every one
To see if it is strong enough,
To break through the hard rock and dirt
Digging a hole so deep,
I feel completely swallowed inside,
The hole taller then me,
I after climb a ladder,
To pull myself out,

To drag and pull my tired body
No energy left in me
Time wasted and wasted
Endless digging in the hole
Searching for you
My treasure of gold

I longed for you so much
I wouldn't think of giving up
And throw away my hard work
My desperate hands
Grab the soil
Toss and throw in the air
Like gold showering over me

I breath heavy
As soil landed on my head
Dropped down my face
If somebody else wants you
I hope I win the race
I lay stressed
In the hole next to a mountain
A mountain of soil
I have dug up

But I won't stop yet
This hole gets deeper
Then the mountain will get bigger
Deep within me
I go hysterical
Screaming I can't live without the treasure
My mind fixed
Not one thought did I have,
then anything but the treasure

Not one thought
Would pull me away
Stop me digging
And leave my body to rest
Rushing through my head,
Was the treasure waiting to be found
My tired eyes won't sleep
Not for a second
Without what I want
Continously my drained body,
Will dig all night
Exhausted, tired and worn out
But waiting and waiting
Is the treasure stuck underground

© 2012 Rose

Author's Note

Some people find this difficult to heave this into reality. It is easy, trust me just think about what would you do if you were standing in a spot of a hidden treasure.

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I find it quite similar to certain views of reality. Well done

Posted 10 Years Ago

Again the title drew me into this as I like verbs. I also cld not help smiling as in my mad office we often talk about the golden rule number 1 of holes: when in one stop digging. But of course we all then carry on digging like mad, sometimes digging laterally until the hole collapses about us. But the notion of the treasure changes things because if there is treasure there surely it is worth diffing for!?! If we don't dig we don't get the treasure.

Posted 10 Years Ago

GHOST: I'm too lazy to remember my password. So I'm hacking Dupree. Don't get mad at her.

I like this. I'm slightly annoyed at the "i long for you" thing because people seem to wanna bring love into freaking everything, but i do like this. it's pretty good. just... i dunno. get rid of the damn love s**t. pulling yourself out of a hole shouldn't be just because you fell in love and want out. maybe make it about something else.

otherwise; good. (:

Posted 10 Years Ago

Obsession. It gets under your skin, huh? Very nicely put. Sometimes the effort of 'looking for the treasure' is better than the treasure we find.

Posted 10 Years Ago

no effort is ever wasted...there are lessons in failure that put us in good stead to succeed the next time around...sometimes we waste time in the search for an ideal that doesn't exist...and all the while the treasure was wrapped in our effort to get that elusive object to which we aspire...this write made me think..the hole metaphor is strong and this is a wholly competent write...i enjoyed it and will come back to read some more...cheers and good luk with the art :)

Posted 10 Years Ago

Hmm I like the idea of digging for something very special to you. I love the description, good work :) Keep digging/writing

Posted 10 Years Ago

Ill keep on digging

Posted 10 Years Ago

I really like this. Very creative and well thought out.

Posted 10 Years Ago

wow this is really nice...nice use of metaphor....

Posted 10 Years Ago

Sounds like a raise in consciousness or a dream like trance state hon! Awesome!
Never stop searching for that treasure, fot its there for us all in diofferent guises!
Excellent poem

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on July 14, 2010
Last Updated on June 28, 2012



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