Way under, close to the underworld, <br />I lay my head, in a place dark and cold, <br /> <br />Where the echoes rove, and my clamor unreciprocated, <br />Where the walls have stains of my fingers so hated, <br /> <br />The gloomy air has the odor of my pain and throes, <br />The old bricked hallway has engraved the yoke of my row, <br /> <br />The darkness...is the darkness of my sins, <br />She is my only daylight in my meditation, so I write in pins, <br /> <br />My dungeon appears a shadowy black, <br />Cannot compare to my hearts crack, <br /> <br />Reflections of so many calamitys, <br />Lord will you amid my severitys, <br /> <br />She had been and is my flowers day splender, <br />It is not seen in the dark when I render, <br /> <br />My habitat, so unattractive, so misty and greyed, <br />When will I be trully loved, why do I feel betrayed, <br /> <br />When will light come, when will day shine in this place? <br />The day she tells me, that she loves me, so have me grace,<br /><br />Dandy leo jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dungeon-darkness/
