Tunnels Poem by Mark Arvizu

Tunnels



Tunnels in your mind dug in black places
Coming to light in the corners of calm faces
Curved like arches that never sleep
They run in void spaces wide and deep
Embalmed the cement drys in the tunnels that are near
The sound echoes the chambers that call to your fears
When you lay down and graze in your sleep they've come
They spring from the abyss where tunnels are dug

Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fears
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 13 April 2015

Great poem, Mark. Thanks for sharing

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Mark Arvizu

Mark Arvizu

Ciudad De Los Angeles, California
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