Down a deep, dark tunnel

in the depths of my woe,

I left my sanity

many years ago.

It does not make a sound

not a single peep.

In its tunnel

dark and deep.

Others have seen it

or so people say.

Because those who have

never see the light of day.

Maybe you'll be the first

to see this sanity that I speak.

And manage to escape the tunnel

dark and deep.


I'm a bad poet, I know, but I just wanted to publish this.

Thanks for reading.