The Commiserateable Miner

I lived in a mine, so dark yet benign.
Years I spent here, ignorant of its cryptic flair,
Till my resources vanished,
I dug in deep and scratched the walls,
Removed the residue and lit my torch,
To find the light brighter manifolds,

The ignorance was gone,
My ambiance had treasures entrenched,
The gems I extracted and conditioned to use,
And mingled them in my recluse,
I knew their worth,
They were all I had and wanted.

But I had forgot that the stones elusive,
Were meant to adorn the loaded hounds,
Hence the master took them away,
Out up in the open air,
And they rented themselves without care,
For the one who still breathed the earthbound air.

Stones though were not to blame,
The fault lied in my aspirational claims,
Who knew the fate yet burned the flame.

But I had known that the time was high,
No further need to dig or cry,
As that will just replicate the fate,
Out up in the open air is a world unseen,
Vast and good as it can get,
At least that’s what they have said,

It calls me on or I need it more,
To just move on and stop the mourn,
As its better to rise and fall back down,
In the pursuit of happiness,
Than to depress and mingle with the ground.

Remembering the fact that they were stones,
But I am human who hopes and lives,
With the power to reconstruct his bones.