Underground Men

I saw eternal freedom;
its caves,
where the underground people live.

Belly-down in damp rock tunnels,
they search for crevices and cracks;
smaller, darker spaces.

Cursing the cold,
hard rock;
cursing the darkness,
their own stench.

Unable to go forward.
Unwilling to go back.

underground men

 

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