Mine

MineSweat, heat, headache forming.
thump thump thump
grit in eyes, watering and sore
light reflects on narrow spaces and water speckles
no room to mop brow

grimace as earth spits into eye again
he wonders if it is worth the pain and tears
shuffling further in
hoping he is nearly there

Suddenly the roof opens and he painfully stands
another day lost in darkness and stale air
Brow wiped with grimy sleeve,
breathing in gratefully after the enclosed space of the tunnel

He shines the beam around and sees his pick
where he left it against the wall
swigging from his bottle he sighs and sets to work again

Sweat, heat, headache forming.
thump thump thump

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