Fresh soil is all around me, it trickles on my feet
My memories decaying , they're rotten like dead meat
Yet I cannot escape them, they hold me fast somehow
I have to find the courage to let them go,right now.
The worms infest my body, they wriggle as they go
My mind is full of troubles, my system on go slow
Where are the dreams I lived for? that kept me feeling strong
I must not lose their value, It's there that I belong.
A spade is slowly lowered, I take it in my hand
It digs into the debris and answers my command
I see the rain is falling to wash the earth away
My grave is here no longer and so I cannot stay.
The graveyard stands abandoned, within a cloud of doubt
I reflect on my time there and feel relieved I'm out
The time for death is over, my dreams long overdue
I'm off to do some living and so my friend, are you.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Cocoons & Rebirth A Poetic Challenge by BluesMan.
3500 points, ended June 13, 2008, 16 entries
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Intersting images here. A nice piece to which my response would be.
Worms refresh the soil. Accept the memories as reminders of what to do and not to do and they will continue to keep you strong.
Jim
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Far to often we drag our past around like an emotional ball and chain and all the wile we have been in possession of the key to unlock our misery. I think most people in life do not fear failure they fear success! Because good feelings are uncomfortableTh
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well done
Flows nicely. Good rhyme and rhythm. Good imagery. I agree that dwelling on memories can drag one down and focusing on dreams can raise one up.
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Interesting
I do love how you went from dark to light as the scene unfolded. very nicely done. Oh and of course your rhyme is as always perfect. Another enjoyable read dear poet
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Beautiful rhyme and meter as always, darkness into light, a good tale, and an interesting reversal of the usual order of things!
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Wonderful!
I like your choice of words. The structure of your poem over all is fabulous. "My memories decaying , they're rotten like dead meat" that's my favorite line in the poem. I sometimes feel that same thing.
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