DIRT

Breathing. Breathing. I have opened my eyes, the odd melody welcomes me. It seems familiar, yet all I see, is dirt. It covers me. Mother that is you. I wish to stay. If I have no legs how can I go? If I fade to dirt, I exist no more. Step, just one more, no need, the ancient door, they are ehre, the dirt surrounds me. Is this why I feel so cald , so free? Tiny creatures, I am eaten, just like I ate before. Why now? Hmm.. they are in me, I close my eyes to see the stars, I am near. There are steps, my friends see me, I hear them talking, a shovel hits me. Mhm. Can you hear me breathing? I'm still alive. But dirt covers me. How sad. The stars are calling me. True. But mother, will you abandon me? Take me in. I want back. Mhm. I know, I understand. Closing my eyes makes me fade to dirt. I am happy now. Leave me.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 22:06

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