Morlock Memories [Free Verse]

I woke up rife 
with Morlock memories.

What a damnable time it was!

The days when I 
was not a boy,
and not a man --
nothing for which anyone
had a good word.

Maybe I was a shadow:
wonky in shape.

I was that which 
lived below:
below ground,
below the radar,
below comprehension.

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