Anthracite

The earth has fallen on me, it’s dark and timbers still groan

Fear hurts more than the rocks resting on me and I feel them sigh

Digging in this hole feeds my family and stops the rich man’s moan

But buried under these tons, I dig because I don’t know how to say goodbye

Not afraid of the dark or that my legs are gone but rather which way is up

Some things are acceptable and I may never walk again but neither will I fly

My breath tastes the black dust that has been my friend but I need out of this club

Because I can’t go yet, I’m just not ready, I haven’t practiced how to say goodbye

The moaning stops and the only sound is the blood in my ears as I contemplate solipsism

I might be blind as I scratch against the dark rock, with my dark hands and I know I cry

There will be remorse from a rich man for a short while as he makes use of the system

And as a million tons take my life from me I despair I will never be able to say goodbye.

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