My Grave Is Dug
My grave is somewhere dug
Yet, I know not where
But, when I cannot see one foot
I know it's there
And I stumble
Not befallen or from grace
From thus a problem or perhaps mistake
As a result of choice I did not face
Now another must surely make
Shall I crumble, further unto darken place
Or humble, step right up
And change my ways
Then, I'll take my life
Beyond the wrought of iron gates
And into piece of mind
Away from grip of fates
My grave is somewhere dug
Yet, I know not where
But, when I can see both feet
I know it's yet, to be complete
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
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