By Jennifer Williams
I’m digging deeper every day
Where sweat and blood inlay
It is my grave
I’m creeping closer to the edge
I turn my gaze unto the ledge
The plunder I do dread
I smooth my way across thin ice
Until my weight will suffice
In its womb I’ll lie
How much longer will I run
Until this masquerade be done?
What is just?
How much further is the fall?
How much longer shall I crawl?
Longer than I aught?
When will the dirt cave in?
How long ‘til I lie within
Hell’s molten pit?