I dug and I died – POEM

I dug and I died

Yesterday I dug my grave just for the day of today.

I dug it deep and I dug it round just big enough to fit my emotions.

Once a dug deep enough I jumped right in to wait for the morning sun.

 

The sun came round and I turned bright red with sadness of emotion.

I was not dead, I was only red, and tomorrow had already come.

 

SAW 4/23/14

 

Please do not steal,copy, take, use, or rewrite my poems. They are mine. Yes mine. Thanks.

 

Links in regards to poetry (I admit I did not read them):

http://en.blog.wordpress.com/2014/04/23/building-poetry-communities/

http://theopenmouse.wordpress.com/

http://poetdelphia.wordpress.com/

http://ricochetmag.wordpress.com/ezine/

http://ricochetmag.wordpress.com/2014/04/14/the-best-soundtracks-for-writing/

http://goodmorningbedtimestory.org/

http://goodmorningbedtimestory.org/about/

http://ceasecows.com/

 

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