Digging Deeper

Digging deeper, carrying the load longer,
the weight grows heavy, though I thought I was stronger.
The more I do, the more I strain—
I look around, but nothing remains.

The less I look around, the more I fade,
into the shadows that hard work has made.
The less I see, the more nothing is,
a hollow echo where purpose once lived.

Each day I dig, further below,
a path that narrows, where dreams don’t grow.
I carry the weight, the burden of strive,
but somewhere along, I forgot to thrive.

Digging deeper, the light grows dim,
I can't recall why I started, or when.
I’ve lost the will to pause, to see—
the world outside, what it means to be free.

I’m caught in a loop, a cycle of strain,
the harder I push, the less I gain.
The deeper I dig, the darker it gets,
the more I forget, the more I regret.

So here I am, with this load I bear,
wondering if anyone’s truly aware—
of how the deeper I dig, the less I find,
that all I’ve lost is a piece of my mind.

The less I want, the more I ignore,
the world outside, the open door.
Digging deeper, I've lost my way—
maybe tomorrow, maybe someday.

But for now, I carry on, head down,
lost in this hole, far from town.
The more I do, the less I care,
until nothing is left, just an empty stare.