Underground
Where no one
knows your name
Wrapped up
The sounds howls
From the hounds of hell
Bridging Insanity
And locking all the doors
Sober eating dirt
The stairs going up
Follow the trail down
Standing there
Impatiently wanting to go
Standing still
With every step
With the words
Don't go
Floating in the air
4 comments:
I'm thinking ... Patients of Heav'n, and then the poem works for me!
I could do that for you.
Life on pause
Keep hitting the Pause button trying to restart.....
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