by: Ivor Steven
Beyond The Trapdoor
I’ve been there so often
I’ve lost my fear, gone, forgotten
The darkest abyss
Under a cobble-stoned crest
Opening into a gloomy manhole
Trapdoor to the soul
Below the floor
My elbows do score
Over dried out soil
Beneath sticky cobweb curtains
Fingernails claw my way
Toes pushing against crumbled clay
No space, dusty tears
No air, dirt I chew
Shouldering under bearers
Squeezing, I burst through
I’m here, there’s a job to do
I begin searching for you