Fool's Gold

Sifting through the foul garbage of my mind,

i caught a glimpse of shimmering light,

i dug deeper and found more still, 

i scavenged and I raked 

a desperate mood suddenly hung over me

I start clawing like madness 

the more I scraped the deeper it got buried 

the deeper I searched,

the more I was emerged in rank 

swallowed up once again by that glimmer of hope

that was once aptly named You.


I'm still digging myself out...

When will I learn?

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When Gone

The mind ressurects

and hopes and digs

for afire that 

has already faded

in search of new