The Miner

The Miner Too long a miner now digging up things I shouldn’t last year I couldn’t. The year before that, I wouldn’t I was trapped in the soot black with no Canary no sweet sound or light from a shaft I have been digging desperately, hopefully, helplessly in the wrong direction I put my pick axe down straighten my back and turn about Follow my heart Follow no sound On the way back to the surface I throw away the rest of my tools I shout in my head “Enough” I have been too long a miner too long the fool I am on my way to the surface, where I can get clean