Buried treasure, I sought
so, I got down on my knees,
scrabbling through the dirt
to see what gems I could find.
Grit beneath my fingernails,
the odd encounter with
a disgruntled snail,
but the worm of doubt
was already slithering
across my mind.
I started to despair,
this plot of land was bare,
so why was it marked
on my map with a cross?
That old map that fell into my care.
I wanted to solve the mystery,
my brain was itchy,
somewhere in amongst
the twitchy insects below
must be something
glowing and pretty.
I dug deeper still.
One foot, two feet.
Sweat pouring down
grimy cheeks,
but not a coin did I find,
not even an old Pog,
lost since the dark ages of time.
Just dirt and grime.
The light began to dim,
sunshine leaked blood red
across the quizzical horizon.
Quite a scene, but my eyes
were tuned to the ground.
I rested and ate,
appetite the size
of the empire state,
I emptied my plate.
Replenished and reenergised,
I returned to the task at hand.
I tore ferociously into the land,
blood from fingertips dripping
with the sweat I'd already left behind.
I imagine I looked quite manic,
or maybe a bit tragic,
but the meaning to this map
I needed to find.
Six foot deep,
I find what it was,
I sought.
A box
with my name
elegantly inscribed.
My still remains
laying wearily inside.
Finally, I had found
my old bones,
now I can take
that glowing doorway
to my new home.
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Kyle
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