Dig Me A Hole
17 February, 2006
Author: Marion Carroll
Dig me a hole, about 6 feet deep.
It doesn't have to be very wide.
Then bring me a box I can hold in my hands,
to put my broken heart inside.
Stay away from the shards on the ground.
They are bleeding and sharp where they lay.
I don't want anyone to see my pain,
or know the price I've had to pay.
My fingers are cut, I am shattered and numb.
I'm down on my knees in the dirt.
How could I be so blind to the lies?
Why did I open my heart to be hurt?
The King of Hearts has made his choice,
as one woman becomes his Queen.
But another one cries and is hollow inside
as she buries her heart with her dreams.
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| avenger (64.34.174.104) -- Tuesday, February 21 2006, 06:43 pm very well written poem. |
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