How do I excavate this sorrow
Seeping through my soul
Like buried waste
Irradiating the soil
I feel it’s toll and poison
Washing through me
And I’ve tried my tools
Against the dirt
Cutting into the vast unknown
But I can’t unearth what’s hidden:
What I can’t see
Or comprehend-
Will there be time enough
For me to mend?
Is there any value
In fertilizing the fallow?
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