It's cold tonight, I think, colder than ever
The perfect night to dig for hidden treasure
The final place I'll rest at, once I die
But six feet of just soil will not suffice
I left my shovel back where it was warm
I felt it best to break nails, not conform
Tonight's the night I dig my only grave
To find the future I had always craved
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This is really good. The only thing that threw me off was that everything rhymed but 'die' and 'suffice'. But still it must have been hard to try and rhym that couplet and still come out with that same meaning. The poem as a whole flowed and was very unique. I got a sense that this was more figurative digging your own grave than literal which is what I asked for, but I've let a lot of people slide so it's only fair to let you. Do not take offense to that because I appreciate the fact that you wrote this and came out with such a meaningful poem. Thank you
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Well, it is literal, but, knowing me, there's probably a great sense of metaphor there as well. It's a very interesting contest.. I struggle to see why I might dig my own grave, so, for me, it'd be hard to write a poem about literally doing so without some figurative crap in there. Although, I will try right now to write a new one that's more literal. Thanks for commenting.
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