I need to dig myself a grave.
Dig down, deep into the cold black earth.
Dig until my paws bleed and claws snap off at the quick.
Dig until my fur is matted with blood, saliva, and tears.
Until all the unwanted bleeds out.
All my fears, pain, rage, apathy.
All my anguish, uncertainty, loneliness, empathy.
All that feels, hurts, breathes within me.
Dig until it's gone.
Until all that's left is a panting, wheezing shell of emptiness.
Dig until I'm ready to die.
I need to dig.
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Written March 23rd, 2006
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This reminded me of Wolf's Rain, where a wolf digs his own grave...beautiful flow, very sad...and wonderfully done! I enkoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing it with us and giving us the wonderful imagery to enjoy! Keep the ink flowing, poet!
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beautiful poem, I like the imagery from "cold black earth" It's very beautiful and very powerful.
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-Sigh- I know the feeling. I love the imagery of this. It's not cliche at all. Most angsty poetry is "I want to cut and kill myself". This really lets out your inner wolf and I have no other words except "beautiful".
I hope things look up soon and also that one day I might be able to express myself as well as you do here.
Moon Bless.
x.Kenaz.x
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