I kept trying,
Unearthing rubble,
Clearing the dust,
Feeling it filling my lungs,
My breath growing thin.


Ceaselessly, I worked till my hands stalled,
And the muscles in my feet went slack.
Then I crawled and clawed, slithering like a snake,
Using my mouth to clear the dust,
But then my jaws dislocated,
And now, it hangs off my face like the swings of my childhood.

What must I do when all possible areas are explored?
I gave up with every dignity I possessed.
I admitted defeat.
The rubble that's left surely won't be fruitful, as I have given my all.
But wait, my eyes grasp at the prize I tried to reach, clutched in the hand of another.

A thin line between me and my prize I could not see.
My emotions laid bare,
My tears at their peak, a steady stream.
Imagine my horrow when someone whispers into my ear, "You were almost there."
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