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A Self Dug Grave
Contributed by
AceStar
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Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 10:39:29 PM in AEST
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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
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AceStar
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2004-02-04 22:39:29]
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Re: A Self Dug Grave
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by Jazz on
Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 11:09:06 PM AEST
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You have weaved an amazing tale of love, hate, then sweet release. This was absolutely one of the best poems I have ever read! I hope to read more. Please let me know when you add!
Your new fan,
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Re: A Self Dug Grave
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by TheSchroedmeister on
Wednesday, 4th February 2004 @ 11:45:24 PM AEST
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| Wow. Wow. Wow. It has been some time since I have read such a beautiful piece. Please write more, I'll be SURE to read your material. |
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Re: A Self Dug Grave
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 5th February 2004 @ 04:24:30 PM AEST
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| Great poem AceStar, he certainly dug his own grave! Keep up the good work and get writing again! |
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Re: A Self Dug Grave
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by Kie on
Thursday, 5th February 2004 @ 05:28:38 PM AEST
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| This was an AWESOME poem. I read it twice and I loved it! Kie |
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Re: A Self Dug Grave
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 07:05:14 PM AEST
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| Joe.. Your poetry rocks my socks.. I wish I could write something like you |
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Re: A Self Dug Grave
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by bobotheclown on
Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 08:42:49 PM AEST
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good god man this was so deep and sad. i feel for u definitely... An awesome poem definitely.
Bobo (Joel) |
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Re: A Self Dug Grave
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by Chade on
Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 06:34:45 PM AEST
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| This is a very powerful poem. It made me stop and think about all who i hold dear to my hear |
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