Subway Walls

They're still crawling with them.

Crushed

My dignity remains

Fully soaked

In sodden pains

Of moping mess

And misery

Crushed

Remains my certainty

And though the lights

Aren't fully off

Through the dim blinking

I hear the scoff

Of a thousand simulataneous

Men

Their dark laughter is

Extraneous

It strikes me

Percutaneous

Merely scratches

My dead skin

Hardly cuts

My moldy sin

Does nothing better for me or them

Though somehow I see

They've found a gem

Of sudden confidence

Dignity

In their stupid

Certainty.

Reviews

[TTBoy28]

Nice! No longer is this clandestine, but it is quite a seedy write. It really sounds like you know what you are doing and getting yourself into each and every time. This is a gem of a write!