Digging - Poem by Daniele Pinna
I'm sure that searching
my soul I'd find,
a little bit of paradise
lost far inside my mind.
Searching past my sanity
I could seek,
a dropp of some long-lost happiness
which my heart has slowly leaked.
What if I dug deeper,
and searched that
which my eyes have wept?
I'd stumble upon a boulder,
a forgotten soldier
hidden in the trenches of my chest.
I'd never stop searching though
for nothing I'd find
capable of reclaiming the innocence
which my life has me denied.
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