The Tunnel
Overhead the tunnel is damp,
Water trickles through your hair,
In the shadows lurks a man,
Who sleeps on a floor which is bare,
On the wall there is a mosaic,
Graffiti filling in the gaps,
The smell is highly unpleasant,
The gutters are filled with mousetraps,
Up ahead on the floor is a door panel,
Out the other end,
A businessman wonders,
What next time awaits,
In The Tunnel.
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PoetryA random poem book where I've written poems reflecting what my mood was when I wrote them. Hope you like it!
