Somewhere Beneath

For years a man was digging

Deep inside a mine

He never found any treasure but it occupied his mind

When old age caught up with him

He came out to the light

Wiped his brow and sighed relief but something wasn’t right

The dirt he had been digging

Was reflective of his mind

He moved the dirt shovel in hand but truly he was blind

He had missed out on his own life

In hopes of something better

He missed the highs, he missed the lows, he missed the changing weather

Staring back into the mine

He saw an endless hollow well

He had nothing to show for his life nor a single story to tell

And the man crossed over feeling bitter

No land beneath his feet

He died alone, quite ashamed

His value was dirt cheap

Author's Note

An older poem I wrote but one of my personal favorites. As always I'm open to honest reviews, critiques, and opinions.

Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

A very nice, plaintive story with a deep, intricate meaning behind its lines. Great job!

[Adam Crate]

Thanks for the review!

[Ruth]

Oh wow...
This rendered me moved!
A mournful yet beautiful take of how much life seems worth at times...
Beautiful!
xo

[Sami Khalil]

Staring back into the mine
He saw an endless hollow well...
First I enjoyed your write it was really nice... But these lines speak a lot about how we can look at things or life in general... It has a great metaphor.

[Adam Crate]

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it. And I appreciate the comment about the metaphor, I wrote this when I was a bit younger and looking forward to my future. In a way it was almost a warning to myself as to what I hope to avoid.

[Sami Khalil]

Good write... Thank you for sharing.