It Poem by Dave Dunn

It was the lonely place
The only place
Though the man was not alone

It felt so cold to him
So very old to him
And he knew that he must groan

It was the depth of dark
The total lack of lark
Whose song he had ne'er known

It felt the heat from him
And heard the pain within
That came from every struggling bone

It began to suck him down
Knowing he would ne'er be found
But meet others it had also heard to moan

It was the quicksand that he had met
A lonely place for sure, but yet
There was to be some company underground...

©Rhumour
November 5th 2009