day by day

day by day, i dig the hole.
i tell myself the exercise
will earn the prize.
i tell myself the strength i gain
is worth the pain.
day by day, i dig the hole.
i tell myself the stronger i become,
the quicker i’ll be numb.
i tell myself it’s for the best
i need the rest.
day by day, i dig this hole
deep into my heart, a tomb
to hide this memory.
day by day, i dig this hole
waiting for the perfect time
to put you in it.

© Mark E. Dougherty