So heavy
the panting,
our beating,
we could only turn our backs
on the Sun
and decided to walk
miles upon miles
upon miles
upon miles
until we were out of sight.
The weight of each beam
upon our shoulders
with each step caused us
to walk further into the earth
until our knees met the ground
We trudged
or tried to.
Our motivation became weary,
endeavoured our hearts fought on
and on
and on.
As slow as time we pushed our way
but it was no use. By now all our luck
was in our pockets, buried deep in the dirt.
As the last sinking breath seemed to fade
so set the Sun.
Brisk the night air flooded my lungs
through my body wave upon wave
upon wave
of cold oxygen inhabited me.
I began to feel renewed.
Rest is what I decided on
so I stretched my hands out upon the ground
and lay the visible half of my body on the earth.
I took in each cold and dewy breath,
relieved from the day's work.
These eyelids fell fast and minutes later
I awoke. The air warmer than before
I lay to rest.
I took a sip from
the grass before I raised
my bedewed dorsum,
and turned up my face,
and winced my eyes,
which were greeted by the Sun.
