Paper Grave

I use my pen as a spade:
to dig into this page,
bury words deeper, deeper.
Forever hidden--covered,

til some lonely, lonely soul
stumbles upon a gravestone,
wonders like the thief,
"Does a treasure lie beneath?"

How disappointed this soul will be
to dig and dig and dig
to uncover only the mem'ries
of that which was never meant to be.

Perhaps they'll leave the stone
standing sentry, as was found,
to the deeply buried letters:
secrets to those above ground.

Pray they do not bring
sorrows to the surface.
Pray some lonely, lonely sole
does not tread upon my heart.

Leave such horrors for fairy tales
and keep the lies for truths.
I beg no attention to the holes
in my filth covered boots.

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