The mountain is blocking the sun.
I don’t know what time of day it is,
or how long I’ve been here.
My hands are sore and bloody.
I believe the hole is getting larger.
I can almost feel the draft
and see the light on the other side.
The job will be over soon.
Then I will be able to leave
and have some rest.
NaPoWriMo Day 9
2015 April PAD Challenge, Day 9