Black Powder Rain

Likened to a beast of burden I groan with back breaking strain weary laden and fraught with pain working mightily in vain under this black powder rain. ‘Tween strife, sweat and stain I pour out my waning strength time drags on for hours at length while black powder keeps a'raining down on me. For lo’ my weary, calloused hands are ever searching for black gold a toilsome task to mine and claim dark riches from hardened veins as I labor under black powder rain. Buried in a pit of purgatory I hear the clangs and cries picks and axes, unrelenting grit and odors, foul, stagnanting low bending, beneath this ominous black powder rain. As I suffocate in darkness I hear sorrow's sad refrain ringing loud and all around me as I beat earth's unyielding crust trapped in god forsaken dust slowly drowning, underneath this black powder rain. Written on 11/8/2018