Through Weathered Eyes

15

All of my fingers are broken from trying to claw my way out of this swallow.
This rain is thick.
My clothes are heavy.
I'm covered in mud.
There's also plenty of blood.
I don't know why, but there's just always blood in these situations.
I couldn't even tell you at this point where it came from.
It's so cold that I can't even feel the contortion of my fingers.
I haven't hit the bottom.
But I'm not making any progress.
To see a helping hand would be nice.
But I'm afraid that no matter how hard I try to help myself up, the poor innocent would suffer from permanent nerve damage.
I was the only one made to carry all this weight.
Lightning crashes.
Into the ground, my head, or my heart, I do not know.
I've been down here screaming up at the Moon.
Pleading for it to share some of its God damn light.
The prideful bastard keeps turning away from me.
I've been at this for far too long.
I'm tired.
I'm just so tired.

I've been so, fucking, hungry, for something more.

-D.O.