Caverns and Stalactites

Trapped deep inside

The air is tight with fear

A certain groove is gone

Imagine not seeing ahead or behind

Just sensing by touch

Cold damp skin

Echoing a voice to an unknown

Presence that reveals itself

Sheltered

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A sudden twist might drop one

A direct hit hinted by the moisture

That danced across your forehead

Another dampens my hair

As I feel afraid of the darkness

Icicles are known to cling to sills

Awaiting the sunlight’s trigger

To release them

Straightaway

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I’m lost inside a cavern of blues

Fearing a gauntlet of sorts

Wishing the shoe would drop

Yet wondering if it has

Will, might, descend with a wrath

I only want shelter

Yet the hollow arching sounds

Indicate so many mysteries

Alone

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We do battle with our passions

Yet gravity allows us to feel the ground

Stalagmites steer us along a musty path

Enough to cling upon, rest a weary

Shoulder while waiting out the moment

Are we afraid of failing insecurities?

Our dreams grow while screaming inside

The sallow mystique; that humanity

Hallows

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If we allow simple pain’s human condition to feel

The piercing threads of our mind may then reveal