Stuck Poem by Shadowed Past

In a hole
That over time
I’ve dug for myself

With the sun overhead
I dream of a day
When I can dance in its warmth

But as for now
I must lie in these shadows
Of which I have provided

I dig deeper
And deeper
Hoping not to reach the water table

Knowing that if I do
I will drown
In a pool of my own blood

Yet my work never ceases
Even when I rest
The shovel moves itself

I command it to stop
But it ignores
My cries for survival

I begin to sing
Songs of sweet sorrows
And destined tomorrows

I begin to draw
Things I conceal
And how I will feel

It works
Temporarily
Or so it seems

Once again I’m here
Digging my hole
And drowning in it

Perhaps my shadows
Are not just in my past
But also in my future as well