Descending this abyss I’ve built
Ripe for excavation
It brims with muck I’ve cast aside
And yearns for sanitation
Somehow walls have been erected
And countless doors locked up so tight
I’m going to need some heavy tools
To really do this right
Rusted rotting iron
With no hole for a key
I’m forced to sit and ponder
How old these rooms could be
What lies beyond the welded doors
With what can they be broken
Just what lies in wait for me
Once they are finally open
Each door feels like a memory
Though I cannot place it
Perhaps these barriers remain
For I’ve not the strength to face it
I feel my way through endless halls
Each door like solid rock
And finally it comes to me
So I ball my fist and knock
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