Searching for Peace

My inner thoughts are left between pages and the ears of animals. 


I toil all my days. Uncovering and then recovering. Remaining the same.


With each shovelful removed, the rain sweeps in more debris. I am sweating in the rain digging my own grave. 

  • Author: Sunshinefalling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 8th, 2019 23:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • MendedFences27

    Powerful words. Also frightening. You etch a very sad picture of one's struggles. Your phrases are virtual photos. "between pages and the ears of animals," sweating in the rain," each shovelful...more debris," stc. Loved it. - Phil A.

  • Poetic Dan

    Wow.. Brilliant ending!

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