From Underground...

Beneath the surface
Under the earth
Below the realm
where most will dwell
is a depth that
swallows the mind
and buries the soul

From underground
where the dead are abandoned
those wanting to be left alone
might find a living

On the surfaces
those underground
are all just dead
and have no place
in hearts or heads

Forgotten if accepting
or haunting if in relent
From underground
things must consent
to stay below
or first repent
for living at a depth
the surfaces resent

From underground
things seem so strange
as if the surfaces
must all derange
and insist below them
should feel estranged

From up above
the sounds come down
Such curses & laments abound
The sun shines as the many frown
Remarking nothing of renown
but slights against most every crown

From underground
the lights are blinding
and searching here
is its own true finding
Confined below
but free from binding
to all the dizzied gears
all grinding
that turn the records
perpetual rewinding

From underground
the night's eternal
and dreams are treated
more fraternal
instead of mourned
or deemed infernal
as everything here
is quite internal

The surfaces above
are lost in wander
while underground
is left to wonder
what realm the mind
weighs heaviest under
or if any realm
is at all asunder