Deepundergroundpoetry

The hallowed grounds
the simple pleasure
enough alas they say
beg at gardens
and plead with haunted
from the shadowed corners
to the depths of fire

the tar pit death
of the well being free
is the blood-bath
killing spree
that floods a nation
damns the innocent
as I watch
the sparkling of childes eyes
and twinkle of the elders

the pain inside
that drives my instinct
fuels my pleasure
I fall into
the abstract reality
among those
who share
the deep under ground home
I have been welcomed into.

This is a poem dedicated to the DUP family, a place we all feel at home and share our thoughts through this wonderful art form known as writing.