Untitled - Poem #21973
A dark and dank cave, you see,
Murky and mouldy, walls surrounding me.
It feels safe, or at least, it used to,
Now, my monsters keep me company.
A tiny ray of light seeps through,
A gentle warmth between my toes.
Cup your ear and you’ll hear,
The sound of those I left behind,
Praying for my salvation.
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