UndergroundDrops of water hit the groundRegular and rythmic 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...
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