Thy Endless Wait

by daenabenjen42

At some point or another, everyone was waiting for something... poem.

160. in the dark deep in the tunnels

In the dark
deep in the tunnels
he waits
and works

Deep in the dark
on Kessell
a young boy
has not
known
freedom
in a very long time

In the darkness
with other enslaved workers
he toils
mining
for glitterstim

Deep
in the belly of the world
in the darkness
amid the dangers
he waits

On Kessell
in the dark
deep in the tunnels
in the dark
he waits

Hope will come
crashing down
on Kessell
to bring light
to this darkness