Within my shadow
A light may shine through
But my eyes are blind to see it
The stale air cuts through my lungs like razors
And burns my eyes
Those fumes that sear my skin
I could never explain in words
- or short breaths –
My life and light is fleeting
I’ve reached the end, running out
I must find my new supply
I will reach new heights
And crawl from this hole
Digging up from the rubble
And reach the ground, see the sky
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