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The edges of this hole crumble
beneath my grasping fingers,

the earth soft and dry as July dust,
shifting like chaff in the wind.

So close did I come to the surface
that the sun kissed my face, and

I wept to see it
as I clawed.

But it’s gone now
with the grasses to which

I clung like the rungs of
of a crooked ladder.

Ripped loose as I slipped,
their roots stain my

fisted hands as
together we

fall back
to the bottom.
©2008-2009 *Blueskye27
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I really feel this...not sure if that's good or bad...:shrug:
Either way, it's great!

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whoa............r u in a hole.............?

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There's desperation and determination all at once and I'm not sure in the end if I feel left with total defeat or that Sisyphus type of "time to push that ol' rock again" feeling.

powerful lines in the first three stanzas especially really get the poem off to a good pace.
:hug: looks like you could use one.

sometimes ya have to dig your way up, in order to get out. it's rarely ever a straight shot.
no problem... i can relate
Sandtrap

Always without You,
struggling, fighting,
losing my breath
as I strain
against the grain
of the world.

The weight of the world
is on Atlas' shoulders,
not mine - but that's not the point.

I am not
alone in this fight,
though, because You -
so beautiful, so bright.
Your eyes shining of
an indistiguishable color
and a halo of silver light
shining over Your head,
You pick me up,
and Your golden
raven's wings'
carry me
out of the pit
of despair
I have fallen into...

Sometimes,
I need to dig myself out.

It's easier when You do it.


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"You have bewitched me body and soul..." - Mr Darcy, Pride and Prejudice (2005)

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