Veracious Vergil

Underground - Poem by Veracious Vergil

It is black
And there are rats.
You can find thrown-away hats,
And all sorts of interesting bats,


My heart has fear.
I can sense no person near.
It is so terribly difficult to hear,
Especially when I appear,


I've been down here for many days,
I've met some people, even Gays,
And all because in some mysterious way...

I was buried alive.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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