Mudslide

Buried beneath damp mud,

clawing for the air I cannot see,

tasting the air I cannot taste,

playing God among a barrage of insects,

I found my way out of the tunnel alone,

and now you’re back for more,

surrounded by sea and grass,

how much longer can I last,

smelling the freedom I cannot sense,

seeing the demons from past pretense.

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