Feeding Frenzy



Being underground
I can hardly be found
But I’m sure it is profound
Whenever it is ground
Being underground
With my head in the sand
I’m sure I could land
The perfect hand stand
Being underground
What must be around?
To astound and be bound
Seems that nothing is found!
Being underground
I hear not a sound
For the world seems so dead
When it’s all in my head
Being underground
I feel the damp, earthy death
Even though I’m not there yet
‘Cuz I still have my breath
Being underground
Like a worm, I squirm out
To feed on the frenzy
Of what life’s all about!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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