CRUNCH… CRUnch… Crunch… cruch…
The sound heard underground
Leaden foots treading gravel
The brain begins to pound
The clicks and clanks of thoughts wirring
Hoping to be found
Yet none stoop to listen quietly,
For the sound of the underground.
Stuck in endless dust and rock,
My body a shapeless mound
Over which passers-by stumble,
Treading my sacred ground.
Oh, but for a moment’s silence!
The sounds continue to hound
The peace of mind that was promised
When I embraced the ground.
Damn the ceaseless noise of life!
My words are slowly drowned,
For no one cares to lend an ear
To the sound of the underground.














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"If life gives you lemons, say "That's pretty cool, I like lemons, what else you got?""-Henry Rollins
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2 Times One Half=my comic.
And other comics
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"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil, for You beside me
you rod and staff comfort me, and I shall spend all my days,
in the house of the Lord." - Abridged Version
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