My fingers bleed while joints are paying tax
But I've too little time left to relax
The garden I once raised I have destroyed
Preparing for the death I can't avoid
It started as precatuion for what's next
But now my only solace for the vexed
I have to keep on digging to sedate
The callous retribution I await
For some, my new obsession was bizarre
To dig beyond six feet through rock and tar
For me, it was much more than just the rumour
To shroud myself away from this cruel tumour
While others slept, I blistered in the rain
To dig my way away from what's certain
Author notes
It might seem just figuritive to you again, but there's no metaphor this time. Just a lonely person trying to distract themselves from cancer.
Comments
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the first stanza is great and the second felt strained. The rhyme felt a little tired at some parts but all in all, good job
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I didn't want the rhyme to be perfect because he's not digging in a straight line. Thanks for commenting.
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