Digging in the wrong direction


I scratched and I clawed my way, several feet up

intuitive, survival instincts had quickly kicked in,

I punched my way through the tamped surface

a ghost of a chance, that I’d let the Devil win.

As I rose up to the surface en route towards the stars

I could feel the chill wind blow against my face,

I looked beside me as I detected a slim glimmer

a headstone reflecting the moonlight in my space.

My name delicately written in a standard Celtic font

my birthdate and yesterdays are joined by a dash,

every sense leaves me in the pulse of my heartbeat

as it feels that my presence turned to dust in a flash.

Too late for regrets, and denial is too long overdue

to die with great dignity and respect I cannot save,

I just have to lie with the realization that I,

have wasted my entire existence digging my grave.



© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com


      1. He became obsessed with the hate songs as he spiraled. They do have meaningful music though and great talent. The song I’m thinking of is “I Apologise”. I just prefer the positiveness of RED.

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      1. Very true. I feel like this is the time in my life that I have experienced all or most of the extremes that life has to offer and it has given me tons of material. That is not only healing for me but it seems to help a lot of others as well

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