Mine – Poem by T Wiley

photo cred: Tom Wiley

Mine by Tom Wiley

I find myself
In a collapsed mine

By the way I came
I must return
Through titanic labors

I take up each stone
That had comprised
My passage

Grasping, I raise it
To my breast
Turning, I set it behind

To undo all done
Is too profound
I fall

I pant
In desperate snatches
Listen! Hear my lungs heave

At a sheer wall
I now wait

Salvation is
No simple job
Of mine

Contact: @twiley15

Author: Mr. Phillipe

Phillipe Martin Chatelain / @uptownvoice / Phillipe is the Managing Editor of In Parentheses. He is a poet from New York City with a Masters Degree in Poetry from The New School. He writes as someone in the tradition of the urban troubadour or the flaneur–wandering, taking notes. He believes that poetry of our generation has taken on a much more digital definition. Furthermore, it is important for New Modernist writers like those exhibited in In Parentheses Literary Magazine to assume the forms of media available in order to carry on the history of Sublime Art. His series taking shots alone was self-published in 2012-2015. The self-published collection FACETS (2019) is now available.

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