Photo by Ivan Bolshakov on Unsplash
Stamp the mark that boasts with the most booming voice
Sonorous and reverberating in the wet mud, thick sludge
Fighting against the grain
Chafing against the raw earth
Human blood intermingled with sepia clay
Life begins in this trench of sorrow
Darkened hole which offers me protection against the world
I will wait here until my strength recovers and there is a sign that I must move on
My breath is steady and fog of exhalations dissolve into the thick night
Waiting for something new
And it comes
Knowledge and power
Escaping with a new will
I sprint across the rough terrain
Until a root catches my foot and I trip into a deep abyss
Entrenched
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