My Hole

The more I dig, the deeper it gets
This hole that I have made
The quicker I dig the sooner
I can throw away this spade

I have tossed the unwanted dirt
On the very ground on which you stand
It would be so simple for you to just
Bend down, and grab my hand

But unfortunately, this is not so
Life is not as simple as it seems
My hole is too deep to just
Simply bend down on your knees

The distance now is too great
But it wasn’t so great before
Two years ago it was only shallow
But it has slowly grown to a gorge

I want to get out of my hole
But I feel that it is too deep
So I just keep on digging
Too scared to sit and think

Everyday I dig and dig
But some days I just want to stop
But if my shovel lags
I am punished by my boss

I dream of the day that I quit
But that is all it is, a dream
For I know that no matter what
My boss will always haunt me

ten points for whoever understands my symbolism