Digging out
Creeping, crawling, clawing, climbing
Crumbling walls of earth
Caked in dirt, coughing up clots
Clinging to roots and rocks - I
Curse my misfortune
The victor, my enemy, up on top
Extending a helpful hand
Bridging the gap of our differences
I reach for it, but he pulls away laughing
That old trick
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