6 Feet Under

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Down in the pitfalls of the cavern,
I hear the echoing silence,
Not a hiss of crickets,
Nor a fuss of insects,
But, the silence.
A serene of quietness.

It’s been a while now,
At the bedrock of the hollow.
I, sometimes, think it is a burrow.
Other times, I feel the tides
Of the waves and the breeze.

Maybe I’m 6 feet under
In the dark, cold water.
I’m lodged in the middle of nowhere.
Stuck far from the shores.

Callings, I hear.
Distant roars, I listen.
I sought out myself
To find where I kept me .
But only I hear echoes.
And distant cries –
Of my name,
Who I used to be,
The ‘me’ I murdered,
The inner person I devoured.

And then, it passes.
The agony of superfluous.
The calling settles
To return my serene.
My deafening solace.
It is quiet, now.
When I’m far away.
6 feet under –
In the middle of nowhere.