Swamps

I wade through the swamps
Vines tangled round my feet
Knee deep in waste and rot
Feeling trapped with few rewards
Promised treasures were in here
But what i find is few
So much wading just for tiny findings
Others cling onto rocks
I have nothing but my own suspension
Others get out on their crutches
I only have my own legs
Others have hiding places
I am out in the open
Others do not want to wade
I will force myself on
Others can't see the beauty in small rewards
I appreciate what i have
Others won't get their hands dirty
I am covered in filth
Tiny shards of broken dreams
Scattered all around me
Undead bodies dripping and blind
Their instincts their only purpose
Twisted hollow trees leer over
Muddy water swilling round
Pain and progress go hand in hand
I work more and receive less
I don't mind I was meant for this
I know my purpose
I am free within myself