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 its 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.














Devious Comments
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Either way, it's great!
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Who breaks the thread, the one who pulls, the one who holds on? -James Richardson
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powerful lines in the first three stanzas especially really get the poem off to a good pace.
sometimes ya have to dig your way up, in order to get out. it's rarely ever a straight shot.
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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I've cut my heart out, so you can catch a glimpse of my RawEm0tion
"You have bewitched me body and soul..." - Mr Darcy, Pride and Prejudice (2005)
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