In the Catacombs

Alone, aged 15, with a cold cup of coffee
It's 3am everywhere but in his heart
It withered and died a long time ago
Too young for suicide? Who knows...

A young girl stands crying in the shower
the water does everything but cleanse
She trusted him and now he says
he'll kill her if she tells anyone

Somewhere in the catacombs
there has to be a reason to live

Weary yet still conscious (barely)
50 years of wasted muscle and sinew
A career lost and now he drowns
in the same glass every night

In a bloody, beaten pile lies a young boy
The kids at school went too far this time
I don't think the scars will fade this time
neither will the insult carved in his arms

Somewhere in the catacombs
there has to be a reason to live
Somewhere in the catacombs
there has to be more to life than this...

Somewhere in the catacombs
you are waiting for me
Somewhere in the catacombs
I'm scared you'll get lost...

Reviews

It is very intense and dramatically good how you describe all facets of different people, just observed, dropped in a good poem sweet Elliot. Slim, clever, by ground, really, and a good outlook on life, how it really is and can run ... sad, but so true. I loved this one too, you look very wide at life, and everything that goes with it. Thanks...

- Elisa

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

You tell many saddening stories in this, heart touching.

[Michele]

Wonderful imagery. Well done.

[L4rn13]

Very disturbing but so close to the truth. I can relate strongly. The way you have portrayed the imagery is astoundig and creates the gloomy demeanour perfectly. Love this.