Timber creaks, dust falls
The mine speaks, destiny calls
A tremor, can't tell, me or the ground
Glimmer of hell, Oh God what a sound
A rifle shot, the roll of thunder
Suddenly caught, from a blunder down under
A door locks, too black for clues
Teeth of rocks, grinds and chews
Beams split, a gagging plume
Boulders hit, rumbling doom
The mouth closes, its throat swallows
Hope dozes, panic follows
Now in the gut of the beast
Air is cut, all noise ceased
All is dark, so black
Angels won't hark, no coming back
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ill-fated nightmares as reality
past mistakes repeatedly casually
justice ears deaf to our pleas
with lungs stunted by fear, we dare
to seek a reasoning, a grasp
asking why that we chose to intrust
with our cave's of hope
seems to be incapable of staying
by our side, without setting off
those land mines
we keep hidden, deep
within those singed corridors
of our heart..
(a great write dear Poet
forgive me
I couldn't help but try
and scribble a little poetic reply)
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