Foreverfromvirginia

He stands there in the mineshaft
His hands all dust and hangnails
And callouses that wont let him forget
The way he spent his years.
But his tears merge into the dripping
Of the mountain up above him,
And he remembers when Virginia
Was forever from his home.
He presses his hands into the walls
Of blackness that surround him.
He swears he feels a shaking from the
Center of the Earth.
All he wishes for these days
Is to tumble down that mineshaft,
And maybe land in Ireland.
He dreams the dew of morning
On the grass between his toes.
And weeps back to when he still thought
He was forever from Virginia,
And held his children by the hands.