Digging

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.

by Daniele Pinna

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