Hanging, banging pipes lead farther down below.
Musty odors, mildew stains, a dark abyss.
I'm duty bound to work, and this I know
That I must manage, fight my way through this.
Eyes straight ahead, I struggle not to see
The shadows lurking 'round me on each side.
Why is it this has so affected me,
And dredged up all this pain I tried to hide?
Is it the sight, the sound, or just the smell
That takes me back; oh why can't I forget?
Why does my body transport me to hell
So vividly I somehow feel it yet?
I try my best to stash this back away
So I can make it safely through this day.
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