Beneath the surface reveals the cities past.
A network of tunnels when mapped out
and followed reveal a line from the past.
The deeper down the line the stronger
the visions become,
I see the struggles I’ve had to overcome.
Yet the people around me fail
to see all that I’ve done.
Not long now until I arrive at the next station, stranger’s are frustratingly waiting.
The tracks are drumming the engine
is humming and warm yellow light buzzing.
Beyond the window a void prevails
I can see it’s many tales.
One glance into the dark abyss,
I can’t help but feel a great sense of hopelessness.
It’s suffocating stare makes me feel it’s despair and this mask I wear I take everywhere.
By Callum Ashworth
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