I stand looking at the hollow cave
Shall I go in?
Contemplation never ceasing in my mind.
Unconsciously I take a step,
The shadow half covers my face
The cool breeze blowing from
Within tosses my hair.
Darkness is the maker and echoes
Deeply from the walls.
Knives stick intently towards the center
In the deception of rocks.
I think I hear screams, and a cold heartless laugh,
A spine twisting shiver involuntarily runs through me
I take another step
I am plunging, sinking in winterís deep pond
I cannot breathe, sinking deeper.
I can see the light, the surface
I reach out for it, aimlessly
My arm seems so small
The light is fading I see nothing.
I hear a soft whisper, nothing familiar to my ear
I can no longer think
I am gone and lost taken in by darkness.
And yet I sense it
I hold my arms away- feeling the emptiness
But then I feel it, something, a cord of some kind
I pull it and feel the cool air rushing back into my lungs,
The sunshine tingles on my skin
I am flying, soaring, weightless and peaceful
The sun warms my insides I am no longer afraid.
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