One shovel at a time.

Sitting 
Here
Recently a lot
Thoughts running riot
While emotions dig deep
One shovel at a time
Hoping that someone
Something
Will cover them over

Distracted by the bizarre imagery
I conjure
Love and Hate
Knee deep in wet clay                
At the bottom of a six foot hole.

I get lost
I look for help   
I look
Silently
Slowly
Hiding in the surreal
A moment     

I reach down a hand
A helping hand
Refused
My Love
My Hate      
Would rather be buried
Than come back to me
What does that say?
Mean?

I fall to my knees
And bury my head     
In the
Cold
Wet    
Extracted mountain of me
Piled high like a burial mount
The parts of me  
Removed
Shovel by shovel
As those emotion dug deep.

I panic
Gasping for air
Suffocating
Suffocated
Smothered
My screams for help
Muffled
Silenced
By me
My body falls
Limp
As my imagined world
Fades
To black.

Sitting  here
Recently a lot
Thoughts running riot
While emotions dig deep
One shovel at a time
Sitting 
Here
Just sitting 
Hoping
Waiting
Waiting for something
Someone
Waiting by my grave side
For someone to save me

Waiting for Me!

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