This is a poem i wrote for English, but i thought that i'd post it. I'm not sure what type of poem it is. It might be free verse, i don't really know.
Twisting, turning, subterrean.
A maze, a labyrinth, a series of portals.
It's entrances are round, seen on the roads of the surface world.
It's a hiding place, an unseen place, a place nobody wants to go to.
Mysterious, merciless, marrooned underground.
It hides many secrets, it's a treacherous place.
Thousands, millions of them, twisted and cruel.
They're plastic, metal, black, white.
Smooth, slippery, rusted, abandoned.
Like tunnels, no cars, only water.
They can help you, but they could destroy you.
It's the place mothers warn children about.
It's disgusting, it smells bad, it's terrible.
These roads underground, endless, multiplying.
Twisting, turning, treacherous.
