I fell into a ditch
I dug last night
when I told myself
that nothing was better
than something
I buried myself into a ditch
I dug last night
when I refused to know
rejecting my own eyes
for dirt without even
a speck of gold
there’s no air in this ditch
I dug last night
but that is okay
there’s no air out there anyway
so why should I be aware
when there is no air
to live
one day I’ll come out of the ditch
I dug last night
as soon as you let me know
when the world has turned
bright again
~~~~~~~
©Abigail Siegel, 2019
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Abby Siegel
Currently a grad student in classics researching Latin poetry as well as myth and folklore. I write poetry most of the time, and I am working on my first poetry collection. I also write book reviews and other blog pieces.
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