Delta40
11-23-2010, 12:05 AM
My outlook has changed
as stormwater constantly gushes
into the catchment area.
I hear how far away
freedom must be
while the roaring in my ears
has yet to cease.
Dank, fetid air
swirls upward like urine mist
to dampen even the tiniest hope
of rescue from this cesspool
of lowest life.
Rats nibble, commute, feed.
Infestations scurry
between labyrinths of pipe systems
which loom above me.
My curious presence holds no interest
as the rush hour of life
above and below, swarms past.
Plop, plop, plop.
Rats plummet downwards and get caught
between the steel grate where eventually,
I will feast on the smell of
bloated corpses putrifying
in murky slime.
Does nobody notice
I am tethered to a platform
where life holds as much meaning
as that festering beneath me?
Nobody knows.
Pestilence brushes against my cheek
as if it were my eternal partner.
My bulging eyes scream louder
than the hoarse muffle which
escapes through my taped lips.
How I long to snap my restraint
but the steel noose holds me
hostage to the panther's demand.
He asks for a price too high
to save my innocent soul.
So let me slowly, tortuously whittle away
beneath the boisterous laughter of children
running through Bathpool park.
What use can it be to hope here,
in this dark shaft?
Let me be reduced to runoff,
waste, sewrage. Let me be raw.
Thank the man-made paths
which lead me to this ledge of
avaricious social evil.
Let my weak countenance
shine a dwindling light upon freedom
as it skips and dances
across the manhole cover
of my underground dungeon
as stormwater constantly gushes
into the catchment area.
I hear how far away
freedom must be
while the roaring in my ears
has yet to cease.
Dank, fetid air
swirls upward like urine mist
to dampen even the tiniest hope
of rescue from this cesspool
of lowest life.
Rats nibble, commute, feed.
Infestations scurry
between labyrinths of pipe systems
which loom above me.
My curious presence holds no interest
as the rush hour of life
above and below, swarms past.
Plop, plop, plop.
Rats plummet downwards and get caught
between the steel grate where eventually,
I will feast on the smell of
bloated corpses putrifying
in murky slime.
Does nobody notice
I am tethered to a platform
where life holds as much meaning
as that festering beneath me?
Nobody knows.
Pestilence brushes against my cheek
as if it were my eternal partner.
My bulging eyes scream louder
than the hoarse muffle which
escapes through my taped lips.
How I long to snap my restraint
but the steel noose holds me
hostage to the panther's demand.
He asks for a price too high
to save my innocent soul.
So let me slowly, tortuously whittle away
beneath the boisterous laughter of children
running through Bathpool park.
What use can it be to hope here,
in this dark shaft?
Let me be reduced to runoff,
waste, sewrage. Let me be raw.
Thank the man-made paths
which lead me to this ledge of
avaricious social evil.
Let my weak countenance
shine a dwindling light upon freedom
as it skips and dances
across the manhole cover
of my underground dungeon