Ditch Deep

Ditch Deep

I was in the garden

I loved the garden

It was so pretty

Beautiful flowers everywhere

Flowers in every color

The smell of these flowers

Was like heaven

I thought, I could plant flowers

But I had no seeds

So I went to the boy

He had a nice smile

And he was strong

I said, "Boy, I want to plant flowers

 and I want a garden"

He said, "Girl,

I will help you dig

but I will not plant"

So the boy helped me dig

And oh my god the boy could dig

And I watched him dig

And I helped him dig

And he watched me dig

And he watched me dig

And we mostly would dig dig dig together

And before we knew it, we were deep in a ditch we had dug

We laughed this boy and I

There was thunder in his voice

And it frightened me and excited me

We were covered in mud

He would rub mud all over my shoulders

And it felt so good, the warm wet mud

But then the boy put the mud in my mouth!

I was shocked

I was embarrassed

Why would the boy put the mud in my mouth?

The boy put more mud in my eyes

And I cried and tried to wipe away the mud

I told the boy, "Stop!" but he wouldn't

Before I knew it, I was caked in dirt

I smelled like wet earth

Everything I saw and tasted was dirt

Then the boy climbed out of the ditch

The boy went away

He left me alone

I tried to climb out too but I could not

Every time I tried to climb, the wall it would cave in

Covering me in more dirt

And making a bigger ditch

Exhausted I sat down alone in my ditch and cried

I remembered my dad

And I called to him for help

Dad! Dad! Dad!

I yelled his name

Daddy! Daddy! DADDY!

I screamed his name

I sat down alone and cried some more

I cried and I cried big heaving sobs

Night time came and I was afraid and cold and covered in filth

I was scared in the night time

There was no light

I began to cry again

I cried until I was sick

I wretched while I cried in the mud

And I was covered in wretch and mud and tears

When I was empty yet covered, I could hear a noise

The noise was far but then it came near

It was movement

It was someone calling

I could hear my dad!

He was calling my name

"I'm here daddy!"

But I could not yell

I was weak and had no voice

"I am here! Help me! Come save me!" I thought

But I just lay deep in the ditch

Covered in my wretchedness and filth

Too weak to move or cry or speak

I saw a faint light

"Here I am," I said

Deep in my weak thoughts

The light came closer

"Daddy help me"

Was my last thought in the deep dark ditch

He would never see me

It was too dark

I could not help him find me

I was covered in filth and mud

He would not see me

And if he saw me, he would not know me

As I lay there, I thought about the flowers

The beautiful flowers in every color

In the garden

The beautiful garden

And then the boy

The beautiful boy with the voice of thunder

And then the digging

It felt good to dig

The digging felt so good

The mud felt so warm

But then the hole got deeper

And the mud turned cold

And the boy went away

And I was alone

In the ditch

Hiding from my father above me

In my wretched filth

Unable to call his name

In the ditch

Deep.