The Grave I Dug

Into lone; done out of love 
To dull a once-sharp pain 
I sat inside the grave I dug 
Admiring the rain 
  
My broken spade on either side 
My frame was muddy wall 
Riddled roots that I could climb 
If I were six feet tall 
  
It was perched upon the pile 
Bare hands had displaced 
As long as I keep smiling 
She’ll never be disgraced 

From: 
David Lombardi




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ABOUT THE POET ~
I attended boarding school in New Hampshire. Next year I will be attending Harvard University in the class of 2017. Writing is a passion of mine that I take (relatively) seriously and I hope to expand my literary skills in the coming years. Follow me on twitter @LexicalGenius or visit my blog: lexicalgenius.blogspot.com


Last updated January 07, 2013