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Dirt

My name is Dirt.

By Sarah ManleyPublished 9 years ago • 1 min read

My name is dirt,

I'm no longer clean,

I have evil in me,

I have evil that takes me sometimes,

My past is full darkness,

It's full of evil acts,

I was never a good person,

I was never right,

I was always wrong,

Even though I longed for goodness,

I longed for the light to take me over,

But instead the darkness has taken over me,

Until I am out of control,

The darkness leads me to the unknown,

The unknown of even what I am doing anymore,

I am falling in a long dark hole,

If I don’t try grip on to the sides,

I am going to hit the ground,

And only God’s knows what will happen if I hit the ground,

I need to get a grip,

I need to take control, right now,

To get a grip and hold on,

Then move slowly up and up and up,

Only God’s knows when I will leave the hole,

But its better than falling,

Until one day I hit the ground

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Sarah Manley

I write about life, living, dying, surviving, anything and everything.

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    Written by Sarah Manley