The Archeologist and My Heart of Doom

In a dark cave is an image of a manic man
That no one has yet been able to understand
Drawn with bright red paint on the cold walls
Like mindless graffiti in some prehistoric bathroom stalls.
That image, you'd imagine it'd be me,
But I'm hidden farther back than anyone can see.
There's clues hidden almost everywhere,
But no one notices, or at least don't seem to care.

But archeology must be your specialty
Because somehow you found the better part of me.
Dusted me off and split me apart--
Found the gold buried in this stony heart.

Yeah--I'll be the find of your life
With an ancient trap hidden right behind my eyes.
Oh--you'll scream when the gears start to grind,
But the trap was set, with the sinews set to bind.

The trails, the map--left out thinking no one would find them.
No one would try to take those paths again.
All pursuers stopped long before you
Because they could never do whatever it is that you do.
The light you brought in those beautiful torches
Lit a hidden heart with such bright fiery scorches.
The trap I set, you sprung gloriously.
Now, you're trapped forever, down here with me.

Archeology must be your specialty
Because somehow you found the better part of me.
Dusted me off and split me apart--
Found the gold buried in this stony heart.

Yeah--I'll be the find of your life
With an ancient trap hidden right behind my eyes.
Oh--you'll scream when the gears start to grind,
But the trap was set, with the sinews set to bind.

Reviews

[Everson Taveras]

I really like the concept of archaeology incorporated into a sense of identity and love. This is a gem. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your poetry is amazing. Artwork and strong words made the poem feel real. I like the story inside this poem. Funny part of life. Never know what you may find or discover after you enter into another life. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote