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A Writeclub Prompt C/o Louis

Imagine a place
where underfoot
layer after layer
there was only soot
You’d dig for treasure
Diamonds and Gold
only to find
yourself growing old
for searching like crazy
in apparent red mist
the only thing found
that seemed to persist
was the movement of soot
to spoilheap from floor
as you keep on digging – expecting more
than a whole heap of nothing.
A metaphor for a life of over expectation that many are promised!
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Glad you enjoyed the read , Peter. Most Appreciated!
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