Found
Fingers worn and bloody
Digging a hole in the ground
What am I looking for?
What needs to be found?
Hours go by; I am so tired and sore
I cannot stop; I am obsessed by this hole that I continue to bore
What is so important down here?
What do I need to see?
I found it!!
Just some bones
They belong to me
Copyright © James Knox | Year Posted 2009
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