Michael Smith Poet Free verse

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

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Deb Radke April 17, 2012 at 2:06 PM I love the whole of this poem, but especially the second stanza. It is most haunting, beautifully written and so true of our very human condition. You have an amazing talent and I look forward to reading more of your work.