Your Own Living Pit Poem by felix paintwhenpainted

Your Own Living Pit



dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
the shovel into the ground you kick
you sweat and bleed so hard for this shallow grave
you forget the freedom and love that your mother gave
you are covered in dirt and earth
as you work away from your home and hearth
you forgot who you were the moment you were born
as your shoulders and your eyes become tired and worn
all the people you ever loved and hated
they dont matter anymore as away your existance is grated
was it fate?
that led you to decline at this rate?
your back burns and aches with each bend
as you dig deeper and deeper into your cold damp end
you forced your way to a tombstone decades to early
as your life flashed away yearly and yearly

what could have been?
had you always seen?
time for change is gone now
you wipe more dirt into your furrowed brow
life was never a winding road
but a crippling load
pushing you down to your knees
your knuckles crushing dead leaves
everything is over and done, no time to take stock
the shovel sings a bitter-sweet melody as it hits hard rock
at least now you know you have reached the end of the journey
your soul long devoid of all yearning
but for one last thing you may ask
that after this back-breaking task
that you may rest in peace in your own carved earthen hollow
you hope that nobody else will ever dig the same place you did and follow

but as you look down you cry
you are not the first to dig here and die
your shovel is stuck in wrotting bone
your path was never alone
before you came a million
and the realisation is chilling
you dug out the rest of your ancestors
just as one day so will your successors
down this dark damp hole in the ground
till they come here and its too late to turn around
picking up the battered skull and bones
you see yourself reflected and far from home

into the damp loam you colapse
and all the way back up the dark deep pit you relapse
you thought it was just some dusty rubble
as you dug away your foundations with heartless shovel
you fall and your head with bones you hit
at the bottom of your own living pit
as your soul flutters away drained of all love
you hear your children start to happily dig above

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