He lifted the spade up again,
This time to drop it on the soil.
The air I sighed caressed his hair,
Calmed his body, worn of toil.
Maybe it was a secret,
-some treasure, I thought,
That he came, in me to hide.
His hand brought forth- a beautiful, small bag
Looks pretty!- My foolish self thought.
He grinned as he pulled the drawstrings
And then- Oh my!-
Splinters, sharp, small and bright
Falling in me, I shrieked in fright.
No! Beautiful man- no-
Why! Ah!....What did I do?
Charming man though,
Finished up righteously
The land shook my pounding heart
While he filled up the hole with my earth.
And as I saw him go away,
I think I still wished for him to stay.
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
