I'm digging a hole
that lets the rain in
it's deep and muddy
snails and bugs
crawl around
a pit to no
where
deep in the ground
I have no reason
No grand scheme
just something to do
or so it seemed
but then...
I cried a pool of tears
into that hole
you broke my heart
so now you must go
Im filling a hole
in my backyard
the digging was easy
burying you was hard
1 comment:
Ghastly. In the best possible way. :)
I can see this one illustrated in old-fashioned woodcuts, like Edward Gorey's "Gashlycrumb Tinies."
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