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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Cries from the Abyss Alone in the car, the night’s work is done, Covered in grit, hiding out from the sun. I smell like the sweat and the dust of the coal, Just an empty shell and a broken soul. I take hit after hit, and nobody gives a damn, They take all I have, and they take all I am. My soul is a black abyss filling the void, By every promise broken and trust destroyed. The sun comes up promising a brand-new day, The night shift is over, but the pain's here to stay. I fall in the heat, and I weep in the sun, In this hoarded hole of hell where the damage is done. A pit full of snakes, the lies and betrayal, The venom of man when the handshakes fail. The world misunderstands the weight of the fear— Do I wear the perfume of poison that draws it all near? I sweat it all out in the foundry's cage, And I bled every drop on the lines of this page. There is nothing left now, there is nothing to tell, Just the salt of the tears and an empty shell. But let the record show that I never quit, I stood all alone in the face of it. Through lies and corruption and greedy souls, I carried the weight and I paid their tolls. A shell is all that remains at the end, Done in by the devils of men. The silence is heavy, the spirit has bled, Perhaps they'll care when words go unsaid. -Debra
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