As the fading sun sets the rats scurry back into the walls of safety.
Faces change from hope to despair as you realize there is no getting out of here.
The sleep that is forced into your eyes in hope that the sun will again soon rise.
Tomorrow may bring change or a chance to dig deeper holes.
The darkness of depth only begins to comfort your fears of the night.
The sirens and screams become audible during the day only enough to bring on a false sense
of peace.
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Now your onto something brother!
Nice poetry.
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