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The Central Dungeon
The Central Dungeon
Creeping slow
to the depths below
with every step
an urge of regret
entering the darkness from deep within
no light or shine to mask our sins
once inside a room filled with musk
shadowing smell of mold and rust
nothing works from wall to wall
not a sink or faucet or bathroom stall
a hope the torture will not stay
a hope to see the light of day
soon comes a day I may be saved
thoughts of hope so just be brave
overcome with a strong urge to cry
an urge of sorrow from deep inside
there is no escape from the dusky pungen
no way out of the Central dungeon
The sense of foreboding and
The sense of foreboding and gloom is felt deeply in the rhythm and well chosen images. Very nice. Enjoyed this atmospheric journey.
Yes, indeed. The sense of
Yes, indeed. The sense of foreboding is tangible, and that intensifies the effect of the poem on the reader.
Starward