Tunnels in your mind dug in black places
Coming to light in the corners of calm faces
Curved like arches that never sleep
They run in void spaces wide and deep
Embalmed the cement drys in the tunnels that are near
The sound echoes the chambers that call to your fears
When you lay down and graze in your sleep they've come
They spring from the abyss where tunnels are dug
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Mark. Thanks for sharing