Castle of Dirt, and Other Related Musings

A Poem by Theo

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I feel my worries stirring in my chest, as if there were some baker too eager to give rise to my fears
-A dutiful pouring of syrupy guilt is added there- to enhance the flavor of the peppered doubt;

This glaze only trickles down upon the thick, chewy dough of anxiety, made from the whole grain of failed efforts.

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MY best is better, and always better done than not. But my bettering is not enough for me to tie the knot, no- not nearly enough. Those who have met and talked with my mind know my teeth to chatter at a pace that varies much; for when I speak I tell my good and bad, and my badly need for good- for my lips beat around the bush, slowly breathing but my veins throbbing.

I am alive and I know I am so for feeling my heartbeat come and go- wherefore doth it go, to leave me alone with myself?

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I take a pause.

When did I stop thinking? An eternity has passed, without even blinking. My mind was working... I think, I could hear something whirring.

I could feel some kind of breeze from there, some clockwork had been stirring.

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MY muscles ache, every fiber feels tense- perhaps I am made of string, with the lonely puppeteer in the back of my head.
Back! Back! My mind is pulled! For more than a moment, mine eyes are wool'd!
Fie, fie, I beg of ye, go hence! Away from this place, my burden is death!
Blind am I, for mine eyes have leaded; These steel shutters have closed, but my tomb is yet unwedded.

So thus I lay; this is my self-made grave.

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I was born with a shovel, so I decided to dig. Towards the earth I went, always in focus. Deeper and deeper I explored, each inch of dirt its own wonder. Behind me I saw my feat: a mountain of dirt. Onto it I went, each footstep falling deeper; this dirt was unlike the dirt before: much lighter, much steeper.
I grabbed on with my hands to this challenge I had made; dirt grabbed on to me, and held on inside my lungs.
I moulded my world around me- for sure, this would be my crowning feat- this would be my castle of dirt, made from what had lain at my feet.