2021/4/6 #poetry Entering the cave across a mossy threshold Blinking into a misty cloud The trinkle of rivulets all around you The sound of your breath seems very loud
Taking further steps while you are still yet bold The swirling mist is chiming as it churns The tales you were told you find now are true To listen forever your whole body yearns
You gaze at the cloud, to you prettier than gold A sparkle shines through it now and again Fingers and toes start to feel like goo So will your brain soon, you should leave before then
Pulled closer still the distance seems to shrink or fold You struggle to regain your will From deeper in the cave comes a wispy oooh Right into your bones you feel a chill
The focus is escape before you become mold You take a deep breath and bellow out a long yell Your hands clasp your ears and you squeeze your eyes shut too Retreat's the only way from this deepening well
Chiming, through your hands, becomes the sound of a stone rolled The eeriest sort of a low moaning roar That the tales exist must mean somebody got through but what is it that they must have done before?
As you turn away you feel something cold You charge, it is not upon you yet Entering at all you begin to rue Just a few steps and freedom you'll get
Of the terror that grips you was one thing you weren't told You race blindly forward feeling moss underfoot That you had to flee quickly was something you just knew Leaping across, you land, and stay put
You hear no commotion just the calm forest, old You turn, with eyes open, to see where you've been Wondering if it is a thing that you should do Just stillness, moss, and darkness, inviting you in.
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