You might say
I was a Toddler of
the Underground
The layers of
blankets wrapped
up harder so hard
I cannot say for
sure as the memories
are fading, I am
getting older and
the blankets long
gone go figure
You might say
I was a Child of
the Underground
Seeking solitude
among worms and
rotten bones
Comforted by moisten
soil beneath my skin
and echos of
silent dreams
I cannot say for
sure as the memories
are fading, I am
getting older and
the soil has washed
away, still dreaming
You might say
I was a Adolescent of
the Underground
Tunnelling deeper and
deeper into
becoming one
I cannot say for
sure as the memories
are fading, I am
getting older and
the tunnels
never ending
You might say
I was an Adult of
the Underground
Building my house
on solid foundations
should have been the
plan, now crumbling
I cannot say for
sure as the memories
are fading, I am
getting older and
with age comes
another burden
You might say
I will become the Hero of
the Underground
Rising above the petty
squabbles, embracing the
love I have so far
not bothered with
I cannot say for
sure as the time is
of limit but I pray
you are right and the
remaining days be
b.l.e.s.s.e.d
Prompted by a @reinventingwednesday ย prompt: underground
