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Fool’s Gold
Lower me into the mine,
descended she did,
down the line.
Rope won’t hold,
he cried.
We have time,
she lied.
No, he beseeched,
with trembled sound.
Feet reached
hallowed ground.
Leave me, she pleaded,
as she knelt in the shaft —
I found what I needed :
she started to laugh.
Published 26th Jan 2019
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Anonymous
26th Jan 2019 8:20am
The metaphor of love being the ultimate fool’s gold works very well in this short and effective piece. The subtle rhyme here and the constructive layout really add a beautiful lyrical tone to your words.
There something very nostalgic about this piece that I enjoyed very much.
Thanks for sharing.
-M
There something very nostalgic about this piece that I enjoyed very much.
Thanks for sharing.
-M
Sometimes the false-security tucked away in dark isolation feels safer than the light at times. This epitomizes the struggle of those suffering from anxiety. It's beautifully written in both content and visual.
Well done.
Well done.
26th Jan 2019 4:01pm
