Digging Up A Chance

I walk through the wet and cold grass

with the sun setting over my head,

As I am heading to the hidden grave 

the grave that is somewhere inside of myself. 

I walk past the old tombstones

as after-life seems to be filling the air,

Maybe it is time to re-claim the life that I once had

Maybe it is time that I start trying to dig up my only chance. 

Arriving at my own haunted resting place

digging up my only chance to walk out alive,

and walk away while also being able to also survive

So here I am just digging up the ageless dirt. 

So, I will continue searching for my casket of hope

while also shoving out all of the excess remains,

Searching for all of the dreams that I once had

buried along with my personal self.