Dirt in the Grave

Dirt in the Grave

A Poem by quill of shadows

mudd and dirt on my face

will bloody callused hands

o my life of disgrace

with broken dreams and shattered plans

I burry the pieces of my heart on this tainted ground

crimson tears feel the hole apon with my spade i pound

with every inch of ground i break i feel the end draw near

wispers of the fallen dancing in my ear

knowing life slips away i give my final best

digging this my shallow grave so i may finally rest

© 2017 quill of shadows

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This one is dark and disturbing but I think I understand. We live until we die, we work until we can't and it always seems like we are working toward our deaths on some level or other. Nicely done too.

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Added on December 7, 2010
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quill of shadows
quill of shadows

Omak, WA

im willie ever since i was able to hold a pencle i fownd myself drawing every chance i got however in recent years iv discoverd that writing was another relevant and usfull form of exprestion and ange.. more..