Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I came to this city
To be found
But I've never been
More lost
Finding I'm not strong
She says I've been through worse
But I can't remember when
I don't know how to dig out again
Not a vine to hoist me up
Not a stick to make a ladder
Not a stone to set my foot
I wait everyday for an end
I look to start again
But my face is caked in mud
These tears won't float me up
They just sink into the earth
And each day that the sun
Rises and sets
I dig a little deeper
Getting closer to regret;
The only treasure I can find
Beneath an X marked sign 

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