Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Tunnel Vision

Tunneling up like a mole, I

Broke out of that cramped coffin, and

Buried alive, I don't know why.

Hoping I'll better understand

If and when I dig through this dirt,

Six feet of it, for a way out.

Recently shoveled doesn't hurt,

Makes digging easier no doubt.

But then an awful thought does come.

What if I'm digging the wrong way?

Then all this digging would be dumb.

Could turn out to be a bad day.

I wake up, this tunneling mole,

Through my pillow I've chewed a hole.