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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Self Dug Grave
[time] => 2004-02-04 22:39:29
[hometext] => This is my personal favorite poem. I just got bored one day and started writing. hope you like it.
[bodytext] => Deeper and Deeper the hole doth grow Through tiring work, through night, and snow A frozen wind blows away my breath Feeling its chill and, bringing near my death I remember the days before my sins Before this hole and before these winds I was a father of two and owner of home Not thinking of death, especially thy own It changed one day when rage took control Became father of one and dug one hole I lost more than my son that day once before I lost my mind, my soul, yet I gained one more This soul was different; it was dark and demented This was the punishment for the act I resented Straight from hell this soul was born Giving me thoughts spawned from Satins horn It told me things that made me ill Like torture, rape, and even to kill The more I heard, the more my rage grew It began to sound right and even sound true I had to save my sanity and life I failed this task and I killed my wife My life and sanity, I tried to save but now must wait untill I dig this grave I’m left with only my daughter now To kill her, is something I wouldn’t allow I sent her away into a town Miles away, over frozen ground It was harsh? Yes but better than me For I feared making another hole totaling three The next few weeks were disturbing and strange Filled with emotions that spanned over a range But it was all worth it to know that she’s fine Safe in the village and away from my mind Soon I began to gain back self-control Until a knock rapped, that was black as coal I opened the door to see who had came It was a tall dark man, who asked for my name With my response he gave me a glove I at once recalled it as my last one love It was stained with blood and frayed like a rug At that point I realized, a hole must be dug My daughter had never made it to town She was maimed by dogs and had just been found For the first in a while I felt very sad Pushing away the thoughts that drove me so mad I went from happy sane man, to father of one Then to a widower, to crazed father of none And then it hit me that I lost it all I lost my soul and felt my spirit fall Now that I had lost all that I made I thought of the holes where my family was laid I dug them bare handed with a strange kind of class But my mind was so evil and horribly crass I guess deep inside I still really cared But this was impossible, for my anger was flared They were my loves, my only next of kin And I ended it all with the most horrid of sins My son was a gift from my beautiful wife And I showed my gratitude by taking his life!? My daughter was the first my wife gave birth Now she sleeps forever beneath the Earth My wife I quote “…till death do us part.” While death may part us she’s still in my heart So after I thought for what seemed 20 years The evils inside me finally disappeared For now i knew what act I must do A single act to set things right and true I had to fix things once and for all The hole must be dug where I must fall So now here I stand in this terrible storm Digging this hole that will be my reform Free from that soul that made me it’s slave I now lie down into my self-dug grave. By: Joseph B. Clemente [comments] => 7 [counter] => 257 [topic] => 31 [informant] => AceStar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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