Free verse.


In Need Of A Rest.

I’ll thank you for digging this very big hole;

I hope you don’t mind me using it.

For I’m really in need of some sort of bed

where I can lay down my tortured head.

I don’t want a coffin that’s built from wood,

for the fact is that I’m still alive,

but I need to just be surrounded by nothing but soil;

insects,

worms,

mold,

roots.

And stones, lots of stones.

Even some rocks will be welcome here.

The earth that you dug up, to lay by the side,

I’ll reach up and grab it, pull it and drag it

and maybe a landslide I’ll cause.

There at my head is a big solid stone.

It’s not likely to ever be moved,

so before I climbed in, using nail varnish

I wrote nice and clearly ‘Here lies such a fool’

for I’m finally going back home.


Submitted: September 22, 2018

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Donald Harry Roberts

Cool

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 5:37pm

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Thanks, DH!

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 10:38am

jmm424

Nice job. Sad. Like it.

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 5:54pm

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Thank you, jmm.

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 11:30am

Mike S.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, but excellent none-the-less, Hull!

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 7:25pm

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Thanks for giving this a read, Mike.

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 12:31pm

Sue Harris

A chilling read, Hully. Such desperation and torment is hard to comprehend, so very, very sad!

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 7:42pm

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Thanks for reading, Sue.

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 12:51pm

Jeff Bezaire

The bouncy whimsy of the rhymes contrasted to the subject of the piece is unsettling. It's well written, but a sad thing to be writing about.

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 8:54pm

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Just how I felt, I guess, Jeff. Thanks for giving it a read.

Sat, September 22nd, 2018 1:55pm

Tom Allen714

I liked this poem Hull, you should explore this more...Tom...

Sun, September 23rd, 2018 2:28am

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Thanks so much, Tom, I'm thinking that's not a bad idea.

Sun, September 23rd, 2018 3:32am

Joy Shaw

Hard to read, but I understand. Sometimes death seems like a welcome friend when the heart is so heavy. Depression kills.

Sun, September 23rd, 2018 12:14pm

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Thanks for reading, Joy.

Sun, September 23rd, 2018 5:55am

jaylisbeth

Such a true and heartbreaking poem, Hully.

Mon, September 24th, 2018 2:20pm

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Thanks, jaylisbeth. I thought you might relate in part to this one.

Mon, September 24th, 2018 10:55am

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