Where do we go when
the only place we feel normal is
down?
Below, in the depths-
subterranean emotions are less
human than happiness.
What can we hold on to
when we dig
up and up and up
and still only push away the dirt and earthworms?
Encapsulated in a natural grave,
the broken hearted attempt escape,
but will soon find out that the
roots of trees have bound their ankles
down.
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