The Beginning and the End
The door burst open,
The sky bursts open,
I keep digging.
The muzzle flashed,
The lightning flashes,
I keep digging.
The rifle roared,
The thunder roars,
I keep digging.
The blood poured,
The rain pours,
I keep digging.
I fell to my knees,
I fall to my knees,
I stop digging.
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Posted May 5, 2019, 7:42 PM UTC
I feel like this poem is about handling stress, well maybe avoiding it altogether. From the way you have action packed two lines with their mighty sounds and imagery then the repetitive third line. It's like you see the excitement then turn away from it. the rhyme scheme is on point. dont stop digging