I dug a hole so deep.
So deep that the place I am supposed to feel most welcomed no longer greets with open arms.
It greets with pain.
Pain from my mistakes
Pain made by their past mistakes.
I dug a hole so deep.
That every time they see me they hand me the shovel
As a reminder of what I have done.
I dug a hole so deep.
I can no longer fix it.
No matter how hard I changed the method of my filling the hole no longer worked.
I patted it and patted it to smooth out the surface in hopes of a better reaction to my efforts.
Never was there a better reaction.
It was always the same.
I was constantly the one to blame.
No effort can make it the same
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Author:
D.S. (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 28th, 2017 08:25
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Comments1
You "patted it to smooth out the surface", But was a more fundamental change made? Just wondering ... It sounds like that will be required to create the change you seek. Thanks for sharing, D.S.
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