Dig,

some days i dig
dig until my nails touch bone
i'm looking for something
something i know is down there
but my will is weak
and i have to come up for air
a little too often
my pause gives me vitality
and i dig deeper this time
my eyes are numb to the gore
they're only looking for
that piece, a piece of peace
something bright among
the darkness
something warm in the cold
each day i pick a new spot
waiting for my digging to strike gold