I labor from below
Tunneling
Overwhelmed by night
Where the lights cannot pry
And the silent linger
In the firm clutches of sleep
Dig out!
Is the refrain I hold
The harbored scream
Which fuels my effort
Dig out!
Claims my blistered hands
As they toil in spite
Bloodied and maimed
Home
Is a cherished beacon
Wafting through the ruins
Of a once prosperous mind
A ceaseless memory
That soothes and torments
Never leaving me to waver
Never falling
Out of favor with my thoughts
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