I stumble in the blinding dark.
I cannot see a single mark,
Of light, of rock, of man or beast.
It seems the night will have its feast.
When suddenly a glowing light,
Emits from somewhere out of sight.
I stagger toward it, unaware,
Of a sudden thinness in the air.
A cave now seems to beckon me,
And as I enter, all I see,
Are crystals shining like the sun.
Like broken mirrors, dull are none.
My fear now seems to melt away,
And false safety is here to stay.
For suddenly I feel safe and sound,
Though I'm miles and miles below the ground.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
I stumble in the blinding dark.
I cannot see a single mark,
Of light, of rock, of man or beast.
It seems the night will have its feast.
When suddenly a glowing light,
Emits from somewhere out of sight.
I stagger toward it, unaware,
Of a sudden thinness in the air.
A cave now seems to beckon me,
And as I enter, all I see,
Are crystals shining like the sun.
Like broken mirrors, dull are none.
My fear now seems to melt away,
And false safety is here to stay.
For suddenly I feel safe and sound,
Though I'm miles and miles below the ground.
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