For every humid wish
there is a basement corner
dark, lonely, cold, painful
a part of you, inevitably
chained to it
times long, times forever

And each moment
becomes a struggle
in a different tunnel
consistently surprised
inevitably exhausted
sleep gets timid

You never know when
you never know how
you never know what
will suddenly draw you
in a dark unknown
underground tomb
made of bricks
of solid fear

aspiring spirit,
perspiring flesh
eyes wet
life is a bet

Fotios, October 18 2006