Here is an old poem I wrote in college, inspired by The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula K. Le Guin. It's possibly the only poem of mine I've EVER liked.

Also very much self-inspired... You'd recognize that if you know me well :)

Nothing should have flourished here
Not in this silence like the space between heartbeats
Not in this darkness pressing like damp cloth against my eyes
Not in these ancient hallways I know like the lines on my palms
These hallowed, hollow veins whose winding paths may cross
But never end together