Dungeon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dungeon

Once on waves travelled
-claimless and modest…

So was world and the life
-till vessel neighboured with
-the dungeons and the caves.

Light felt choked,
-looked around,
-sought and sought,
-could not find
-a trace of wisdom!

Looked at walls
-went inward…
-dug inside…

"Where is this? "
"Where am I? "
"What am I? "

In distance fight went on…
-passenger squat, chest on knees,
-head hanging; and listened:
- "You, old cave, are useless!
-I am the work of art, a dungeon! "

Sad smile took form with bitterness!