Underground
Drops of water hit the ground
Regular and rhythmic
Sharp sounds echoing hollowly
Like metallic heartbeats
Grinding on my nerves
Its monotony not quite broken
By my shuffling feet
As I slowly and painstakingly
Fumble forward along a path
Dimly illuminated by shadowy ghost-lights.
Sometimes I think I hear whispering
From branching entrances I pass
Soft breezes of unintelligible words
Small, cold reptiles dart across my feet
I shudder at their touch.
I have been here for a very long time, now
And still there is no sign
Of a way out of this cave.
I wonder sometimes what I am doing here
I think I mislaid the answer
Somewhere on the path behind me
As I am still in the dark...

 
 

© Amber Drake 2024

 

 

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