Holly Jean Craven

A Miner’s Requiem

My decent was inevitable.

Every day the same routine;

Every day the same faces showed

a mix of fear and determination.

 

Every day the same routine;

Get up, get ready, get out.

A mix of fear and determination

And dread washed over us all.

 

Get up, get ready, get out

Were my last thoughts as they screamed

and dread washed over us all.

The water flooded our mine, soon to be our graves

 

were my last thoughts as they screamed.

The hole we dug was filled.

Water flooded our mine, soon to be our graves,

tears fell as hope was lost.

 

The hole they dug was filled,

Every day the same faces showed,

Tears fell as hope was lost.

My decent was inevitable.


About the poet:

Holly Jean Craven is studying English in her second year. After this she plans to go on and do a PGCE to become a primary school teacher.

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