Underground.
What a scary place to be.
Walls closing in on me.
Im sure that soon I will not see.
Underground.
I am lost in the maze.
The heat in the air creates my haze.
Will I forever be here in this daze?
Underground.
The caverns go on ever more.
I still know not what we are looking for.
Will we ever find this cave-land's shore?
Underground.
I smell nothing but limestone.
I hear nothing but water dripping lone.
The blank drips give me no tone.
Underground.
My friend has found the wonder.
She raises her torch to see...
I tilt my head to ponder.
Underground.
The place she found.
Where he had written the words.
Where her hope was found in her dream and now here.
Underground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem