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Silver Ingot
Delving deep inside.
My mind the mine.
My mind of mine.
Fragmenting piece by piece.
A heavy haul uphill.
In rarity a gem.
A jewel within the mountain.
Delving back in.
Dusty shins and stained face.
Sooted black ashed suit.
And a pair of balls to match.
Chipping at the shoulders.
Breaking off in pieces.
Hook countering Life's jab.
Exhausted to my knees i gasp for air.
Looking to myself,
Seemingly unaware.
My palms soak in and begin to melt.
This is how I've fealt.
What i haven't dealt.
The silver ingot molded to smelt.
My mind the mine.
My mind of mine.
Fragmenting piece by piece.
A heavy haul uphill.
In rarity a gem.
A jewel within the mountain.
Delving back in.
Dusty shins and stained face.
Sooted black ashed suit.
And a pair of balls to match.
Chipping at the shoulders.
Breaking off in pieces.
Hook countering Life's jab.
Exhausted to my knees i gasp for air.
Looking to myself,
Seemingly unaware.
My palms soak in and begin to melt.
This is how I've fealt.
What i haven't dealt.
The silver ingot molded to smelt.
Published 3rd Dec 2019
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