Digging Deep

I’m stuck in a crevice
In a hole down deep
Where the night drips fear
And the earth breathes…

Sleep
Never took me down this far
Beneath the soil of my planted dreams.

Wrapped in this torn strong suit
Creased paper black tar
And these China-made shoes.

From bruised hands
To strangled minds
Punching holes through leather in an infinite line
Hoping one day to die with a tinge of pride
For all the time spent
Staying on the surface…

I wonder if it’s worth it?

To suffocate your soul to taste
Something other than
The sweet divine from which we originate

I think this through, as I press further into
the same dirt,
this profound truth
with these scarred knuckles.