The Dungeon

The air is moist

There is a sticky slime on the cinder block walls

Tallies are carved in them

There are chains drilled into them

Windows do not seem to exist

And then you realize

You're trapped in your own dungeon

You're are completely alone

Except for the demons there to haunt you

To survive you have fend them off yourself

You need to get rid of them

Your back is against the wall

You have one option-

Make them disappear. For good.

    And if you bail

    You're trapped

    'Til excruciating death

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like how you defined "The Dungeon".
"You're trapped in your own dungeon
You're are completely alone
Except for the demons there to haunt you"
You create vision and places of decision with the excellent poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. I liked the poem.
Coyote

[ashleymarie]

Thanks so much!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.