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As the Hours Passed
(Interpretation of what the two Australian miners felt as
 they were trapped in collapsed mine.) 
 
 It was dark.
 I was cold.
 
 I was going to die.
 
 Nothing seemed to really matter anymore,
 Because I knew I would never get out alive,
 I knew I would never see my family again,
 I would never see the light of day
 
 As the hours passed 
 We found ourselves dangling to life by a loose thread
 That could snap at any moment
 And plunge us into eternal darkness.
 
 During the first few days, I didn’t worry.
 
 After all there was time, 
 There was plenty of time.
 They would find us.
 
 It never dawned on me to question who ‘they’ were,
 It never really seemed to matter to me 
 Until it was too late
  
 We knew that we could never reach that far
 Far above 3,000 feet of collapsed brick
 To reach those who might have a chance
 To help us, 
 To save us
 
 I don’t remember how we got in 
 Nor can I remember how we got out
  
 But, I can remember every day with clear detail
 Because I am still alive
 And Knight, Knight is dead
 
 Help was coming
 Or maybe it already came
 I wouldn’t know
 All I knew was that there was 
 A few more hours to pass
 
 And the light of tomorrow 
 Seems to be the light of yesterday
 While today, the day in question 
 Puts us in the dark
 
 14 days under ground-
 14 days and still breathing
 
 I lost count after fifteen.
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