Gasping for Water

Drifting into the unknown, my pity paws scratch below at the anchored clay, I've been here before in this slandered dismay.

Another scratch to bring forth the water from underneath, I am now deeply craving what I couldn't see beneath.

My claws are now paws, eagerness to achieve what I believe that below is there that I cannot see.

Thirsty to quench as I dig my trench, my body is eroding but I'm still here in this stench.

Digging for what seems like years, the only water I have now is my tears salty from my fears.

I've looked everywhere for this source believing this has to be my course, only the dirt is harder, it's now cracked much worse.

The shadows of my casted illusion cover  myself, so deep now I don't know why I'm still digging, putting my conscience on the lowest shelf I prepare for the end because I didn't understand the beginning.

No way back out I see there is only one way left to go, further down I go the dirt caves around, I'm still alive but I can't make a sound, it's down here I'm stuck, it's  here that I slowly drown.