Deep down inside
I knew that I couldn’t hide
Sitting alone
Staring into my thoughts
My soul was searching
Waiting for me
Hoping that I
Would come and meet my fate
So I guess
After all these years
I have come to find
Something perverse
If I have
Been soul searching,
How has my soul
Been searching for me?
I believe
That I
Have finally found
An answer
Sitting here in
This six-foot deep hole
I come to the conclusion
That we were both searching for the other
Ah,
Too late to tell
Now and forever
Because I am now stuck
There’s dirt
Bellow,
Above,
Under,
And to both sides of me
No more searching
For MY soul anymore
I guess.
Author notes
After years of soul-searching, I finally found myself…
I dug a six-foot, deep hole, and I was there.
by David Hall aka Poetic-Theorm
A contest entry
- ~ * my dark quote is your prompt * ~ by Poetic-Theorem.
700 points, ended November 4, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Fascinating take on the prompt..perhaps one does not find him or herself ever in life until death..i guess this question will be answered at a later date and perhaps a new spiritual place..thought- provolking write..Well done!
Wish you the best inthe contest..David
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interesting poem for an interesting prompt, but there are peoeple who never really find their souls til old age, funny they never seem to look in the right place either, keep it flowing
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