A cavern's gloom alerts my eye
To darkened views behind;
Then panic twists it back again,
To seek a way to find
A way along the jagged rocks,
To life's hope's second chance.
It's there ahead, but wane and woe,
Have left a crippled dance.
My shaky limbs and dimming sight
Do blight the targets view,
From winning through another day,
And teeter to the new;
But strength sucked dry by leeches' life,
Does thwart me of my might.
But beckoned on that warren long
I'll fight that darkest night.
Then peering back at years gone by,
To youth's eternal whims,
I took my eye well off the goal
And missed the worthwhile things;
Eternal hope in embers now,
Just holding off its death,
One day I hope to run again,
To have a skipper's breath.
My faith grasps out for budding time,
To play again that morn;
Yet all the fruiting of the branch,
Aborted, as unborn;
Shall phoenix then shake off that dust
To lift me from the flame,
And chains wrapped round my wounded breast,
Give way to life again?
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