Underground. A poem.

stevestillstandingAugust 12, 2017August 11, 2017Mental Health, Poetry, Writing#mentalhealth, Anxiety, Blog, Blogging, Depression, Mental Health, poem, Poetry, Sadness, Writer, Writing

Bury my heart
Deep underground
Bury my soul
Where it can't be found
Bury my head
Full of anxiety
Bury me whole
So absolutely
And here in the dirt
I will reside
Here in the dirt
With worms at my side
To eat up my heart
And to eat up my soul
To consume me alive
And so achieve your goal

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4 thoughts on “Underground. A poem.”

Carly (message in stanza) says:

August 12, 2017 at 6:01 pm

I like this, Steve! 🙂

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  August 12, 2017 at 6:26 pm
  
  Thanks, Carly 🙂
  
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mindmatters says:

August 12, 2017 at 10:19 pm

I love your writing but it is also so sad.

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  August 12, 2017 at 11:43 pm
  
  Thanks Donna. All my poems are reflections on a sad life
  
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