As I looked around - left and right,
All I saw was darkness - and the smell of dirt,
Not a single ounce of light -
Not a single sound was heard.

I tried to stretch far - but how could I move?
In such a confined space - of rotten wood,
My body - No longer I need to behoove,
It was then - The moment I understood.

I wrote this on the spot, and somehow, I refuse to continue writing it. This could be one of the most mind-disturbing poem I've ever written, as the writer. Feeling weird just writing it. Phew. Aite.

No Plagiarism! Adieu.

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