Mole Man Poem by Adens Kamwi

Tunneled under ground
Below the noise of speeding cars
I find a kind of peace that makes me weak
Excluded from the fast paced life that hovers above
I am alone in a vacant spot where no one chooses to stop
Here I hear not a thing I see only me
This is a rare kind of serenity
The kind you find in sweet dreams
Underneath the city streets is where i sleep
Here I live a solitary life
Blessed with just a candle I find it blissful
But now I request rehabilitation
I am to return to civilization
Although nothing civilized about them
It's time for me to return