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

Rose
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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A very good freedom of expression is found here, clearly and strongly expressed. I enjoyed reading this and the images will linger.

Posted 9 Years Ago


a poem of many depths~ a gorgeous manic movement toward promises glittering just out of reach~

Posted 9 Years Ago


I enjoyed this write, i found it amazing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


A strong desire for things can make us do things we usuallly wouldnt. This poem is great and conveys emotions and desire as if the reader were feeling these themselves.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I enjoyed this. It came with both a serious side as well as imagery that made it have a slight chuckle to it. I could imagine the antics of those who knew they might find treasure buried deep beneath them. Nice Ink!

Hugs!
Wolfie

Posted 9 Years Ago


A strong want and desire can make us do silly things. I hope that after all that digging, you do find the treasure and it shows its appreciation :)

Just a couple of minor remarks:
4th stanza - change the verb tense to present in,
"As soil landed on my head
Dropped down my face" - to make it uniform.
5th stanza 3rd line - having "then" without an if or should (if -> then statement) makes the 3rd line sound a little silly to me - Just a couple of suggestions.

Good job.


Posted 9 Years Ago


This was extremely good. I could feel the emotions and desires you put into it and I thought it was just amazing. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


I had to read the poem a few times. Then I grasp the desire to hold a treasure and never give up. I like the great effort and the ending. Things that are worthwhile are worth the time and hard work to find. A very interesting poem. You test my old mind. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago



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