diamond dust under my nails
and in my eyes
taking us
gone to heaven
dirt in my nose
burning my thoughts
lifting me up
cradling my fear
holding back our sorrow
tickling our bones
and discarding them
now they are leaving
floating off to somewhere
a new home for dirt
a final resting place for diamonds
who will lay me down?
when will they be back?
will diamonds and dirt
come and baptize me again?
i have sinned
A contest entry
- Abstract Poetry #31 -Dirt For Diamonds- by The Cube.
500 points, ended November 5, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
will they clean us?
Comments
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When I read this, I was lifted up first in some kind of hope, and then you brought me down and I felt vacant and alone. There is something I love about it and I can't place it. But, nevertheless, it was a very good write.
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you sin, i sin, we all sin for the hell of it, i like this poem cause from what i have seen a bit, this is kind of a step out for you, i haven't read all your poems so i don't know if you have done this before but here you did a with strength, keep it flowing
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A spiritual approach...I like it. Definately not an expected write for this contest, but definately a great one.
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