by David Lombardi
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
Copyright ©:
January 2012
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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 06, 2013