The Lost Horizon. 

I pushed my fingers up,
up through the dirt, to find the
putrid haze of yellow light.
And everything was a catacomb
around my blinded eyes,

wounded in the heart.
I stole a breath from
choked air, polluted oceans
of gray smoke, filtering
through these cobweb shelf lungs.

My cotton numb tongue
stretched for filthy blood,
to taste the fruits of life again.
And all I found was dust.