Dig Persist Dig

  I must persist, persist to DIG, DIG this incesant hole.

I must get through, through this mountain, through this mountain to a labarinth.

A labarinth of knowledge on the otherside of earth.

So I DIG, on and on, ever forward do I DIG.

No shovel have I, yet I, DIG, bloody my nubs, yet I DIG.

Weary am I, yet I, DIG, cold to the core, but on I DIG.

I must persist, persist to DIG, DIG this incesant hole.

DIG through mud, through clay, DIG through dirt and sand and stone.

Knowledge is power and ignorance bliss, thus I'm lost to DIG and persist.

Persistance pays off, rewarded I'll be, so I DIG into the mountain, I DIG into me.

DIG into my soul, DIG into my memories I've swept aside

Hiding deep in plain sight, under my knose where I never look, I DIG.

Laying there open I bury the book. DIG into my subconcious where I shy away.

I wonder if DIGGING, will kill me someday.

For all that I know I'm DIGGING in circles for lack of light penatrating my sight.

I may not be seeing all that my soul has to bear, nor all that my subconcious hold there.

But I still DIG.

DIGGING in dark dreary conditions, my mind is as muddeled as the puddle above me I'm DIGGING through.

So I'm DIGGING, bloody, cold, numb, blind, alone, with me to think about the thoughts I'll think when alas I finish DIGGING..

Even questions are raised, how will I feel about DIGGING?

Will I crave the company of those who have also DUG?

I don't want to DIG anymore, so I think I'll quit and go to sleep, just let me DIG and bleed and sleep.

Yet still this urge to DIG persists. Now wide awake, Furious at the DIG.

BLEEDING, DIGGING, DIGGING, DIGGING, COLD AND sleeping and digging!

DIG PERSIST DIG, DIG PERSIST DIG, DIG PERSIST DIG, DIG DIG DIG!

 

 

Author's Note

This piece is actually song lyrics in honnor of Mudvayne. Please feel free to let me know if you like my writing style and to critique this piece.

Reviews

[Ripple of Aqua]

This gives the feeling of 'I could give up, but I never shall' I believe your digging is further and further into your soul, where you find your wisdom and as you lay in the bed, bleeding with thoughts of digging still ringing it shows that for that time, you had given your sweat and tears for that great labyrinth that lays under the mountain.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Dig down deep, dig deeper indeed. Nice work.

[~Artemis~]

wow. This is one of the most unique poems i have ever read, and I love it. it's almost not a poem at all, yet it is certainly poetry, don't change it, you ruin this brilliant innovation you've got going