Underground Poetry

Alone with a taste of eternity
Infernal pressure breaks my will
I'm caught here with myself and me
Down underground I'm waiting still

Above I hear the flowers grow
Stretching into the northern space
All through my bony hands it flows
The sand of time, it leaves no trace

Reaching out to heaven
While the earth dances with the sun
It seems the last hour of day seven
With a silent raindrop has begun

Writing this poem underground
Where silence is the only sound
Lines about decay and demise
Deep underground I will be wise

Looking through blackness everywhere
Deep down into the heart of all
Into oblivion's throat I stare
From where the swallowed flowers call

Watching with the electric eye
The impressive hour I was born
When the sun comes to kiss goodbye
For withered flowers I will mourn