A Synthetic Soul


Sweat dripping from his brow.
Shovel dragging upon the ground.
Hewing from stone, day and night
A hole so deep and void of light.

Far, so far into the impasse askew.
No screams ever heard, no wind ever blew.
The dust slowly settles, now writhing in pain.
It was once just a shelter benumbing his shame.

Until the entryway structure crumbled and fell.
Sealing his tomb while digging to hell.
Shallow breaths were now becoming all consuming
Running from a life of his very own undoing.

As the cave walls began collapsing down all around him.
Flooding emotions and Thoughts in the thousands
Were poured out upon him like the waves of an ocean.
Entombed within a grave with his last peril notion.

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