wailing of hate and pain
underneath
where all come at the end
charnal remains
the stench of decay
no return
the world above
loss of light
love
hope
life
and yet
in the dark calls
a pinprick of hope
groping
reaching
hoping
helping
the voices call
long journey begin
a taste,
just a small one
and freedom
however brief
comes again
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