Digging out for so long
Sometime, I wish for a break
But there is no slowing down
Or even a pause sign ahead
Those digging with me
Are all after something
Or may be many things
May be I’m after something too
But what is it
I still don’t know
But I can’t stop
This is all I know
As slowing or stopping
Is next to death
In this fast-paced race
And once you expire
You vanish away
Without leaving behind
Any sign of your existence
Tweaked an old poem of mine for this week’s V.J.’s Weekly Challenge – Dig. You can read the original version by clicking here
Blog of Hammad Rais 
This fits nicely here. Digging ourselves out – I feel the weariness of your words.
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I wrote the first version after going through a rough time at my workplace, back in 2017.
And I checked your prompt, and your introduction to this week’s Dig, I felt that there’s no difference between running and digging, if one has to go through ups and downs of epic proportions.
Thank you so very much for liking this, V.J.
🙂
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Welcome Hammad
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