Digging Up A Chance

I stroll through the cold, moist grass.
Night looming overhead.
Going to my hidden grave.
The grave within myself.
I walk past the lonely, old tombstones.
Afterlife consuming the air.
Time to start the task I planned.
Time to start undigging my only chance.
Arriving to my haunted, diluted resting place.
Digging the only chance to walk out alive.
Walk away complete survived.
Dig away the ageless dirt.
And search for my casket of hope.
Shoveling away all the excess remains.
Searching for the dreams I buried within myself.