Poem N1 - Tombstone Feeling

I dive within the sewer's hidden space,

Rats eating my skin, in this dark place,

Not the world's most joyful feeling, I must admit,

But better than thoughts of you, every bit.

I await your eyes to meet mine once more,

Like fireflies to their tombs, a journey to explore,

And as the day concludes, no light will show,

By your side, I choose not to go.

Eyes trembling with anxiety's embrace,

Waiting for the truth to show its face,

I'll hold back the urge to let out a scream,

My lungs have stopped, a silent stream.

The earth punctures through my weary lung,

Oxygen's absence in me has stung,

The more I try to break free from this snare,

The sharper the pain, an unending affair.

The fresh water within my mouth

The taste of death falls short, no doubt

Expected this to come about

But didn't expect the pain, I act out

Your teeth tumble from your grin

In my palms, they lay within

This moment's crazy, it's a win

Won't be in vain, this tale we spin

Would it be fair if it all ceased?

Unjust if my heart was just released?

Unjust if hate in my heart increased?

If at the end, love's bond decreased?

Could you free me, bring inner peace?

It would be a pleasure to receive