Under Ground Poem by Tobi Fox

I quite enjoy going to that place
That the divine subway takes me to
Its clear and crisp
Unlike any station on earth
It has no name
and many
I retreat their for respite and recovery
The world beats me with a stick
and for good reason
There is wonder in the battery
There are poems
already written with curiosity
Food
already crafted with glory
Love
already drawn with patience
When the bag
The bin
The basket
Whatever you want to call it
is full
Someone you love
and someone you don't
Dead or alive or in between
Will come see it
Play with it
Dance with it
Feel it as you felt it
She will
With her golden hair
Reflect the light back into your heart's heart