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A Mole I Am!
Today I live in sorrow,
Never more a tomorrow.
A mole I am, burrowing
A home when the tears are snowing.
Like a camel,
My poetry’s used as a saddle.
Clawing into the soil in dark velvety fur,
The world above will demur.
They say: “come back!”
I say: “No! The world is all black!”
With very small eyes,
I even see that the world itself cries.
Self-inflicted,
Self-vindictive.
Never more a tomorrow.
A mole I am, burrowing
A home when the tears are snowing.
Like a camel,
My poetry’s used as a saddle.
Clawing into the soil in dark velvety fur,
The world above will demur.
They say: “come back!”
I say: “No! The world is all black!”
With very small eyes,
I even see that the world itself cries.
Self-inflicted,
Self-vindictive.
Published 15th Feb 2019
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16th Feb 2019 1:36am
26th Feb 2019 3:26pm
I love this. I like the rhyme and description. It pulled me in and creeped me at the same time but that 's what I liked about it above all.
