Subterranean

Who'd come? There is no one with light in hand
To try to rescue me. Who'd heave away the fallen
Stones, to feel their way along the passage to the
Place, the lightless realm, into which I have found
Myself, into which only phantoms go to mock
The man who lives alone in darkness. Is there
Anyone? I saw the woman look and leave.
I heard the sounds of groups of others pass.
They had no use for me. I died. You didn't
Think I did, but look, I molder in this tomb,
And no one enters. There's no beam to lead
Me to the surface. There aren't arms to clutch
And carry me. The world ends the way it
Started, dark and cold, and without promise.
Who would come? Nobody. Who escapes?
It won't be me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-10 at 01:06

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