The House Beneath the Ground

It gnaws on my insides.
It has from time immemorial.
Making me meek,
rendering my eyes useless.

Panic, fear,
death, and dark,
all in one go.

Scared, petrified,
that It would engulf me.
Many a time It did too.
Freezing me,
in its gaze.
Sending me,
into paralytic phase.

Scream, scream, and scream,
yet again.
Nothing can save me.
It pulls me deeper,
into the house,
which lay beneath the ground.

Rotting, and eating my brains away.
Reducing me to dirt.

I awoke to light,
Eternity some call it.
Never again did It come to me.
Never was I in fear again.

N. Trikala Satya

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