Woes

From the bottom

I can only see the moon

I reach constantly

To touch nothing but air

I call

I yell

For no one to respond

Day after day, the distance grows

Between me and the sky

“Where is the sun?” I ask

“Why do you hide your face?”

No one answers

And I again am to myself

And this pit I call home

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