I’m festering on the basement level,
Below everyone; below life,
Like a deep, dark,
Unmentionable secret.
My voice is but an incoherent whisper;
Insignificant, unheard.
And, clever as I am,
I just can’t find my way out.
It’s an inescapable labyrinth,
Just a few, silent watchers
Loitering, sharing the vast level.
Each is content in keeping to himself,
Not caring as the world passes him by in a blur.
But not me.
I’m not just a shy watcher;
I don’t belong, here, below.
I have to escape this monotonous, polite torture.
But there’s no way out,
The walls are high and
Infinitely long,
The doors are barricaded,
Existing only in my brain.
