Dark Poetry #3 |
Digging |
Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
Digging The shovel in her hands place splinters neatly underneath her calluses. She pauses briefly to wipe her bangs from her sweat covered forehead. She releases a held breath; a breath of self-pity and an intake of guilt. Her eyes wander briefly, but settle back down to the earth below her feet. The earth that is slowly ebbing away from the hole she is digging. My mother is digging my grave. I watch from my bedroom window out to the large backyard; Wishing we had neighbors to notice her laborious work. Hating living in the country; where what goes on behind closed doors stays there, And people aren’t close enough to stare or care. And my mother is digging my grave; And all I can do is watch. I search my eyes along the ground where I will lay beside my sisters. She buried them some time before. And I miss them. And I miss my mother. She never comes in the house anymore. She has a task to care for. My mother is busy Digging my grave. And all I can do is watch her. |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
I can't say I really understand this, but it sounds *very* painful. :'( Sending a SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! [This message has been edited by SharaRose (09-11-2003 01:53 PM).] |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Echo - Oh My God - you have NO idea how this spoke to me tonight . . . this is brilliant! a breath of self-pity and an intake of guilt. ahhh she is digging mine too xxoo |
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Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
Shara - Thank you for your kind words. littlewing - I'm so glad I could touch you with this. Thank you! |
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