The Cave

In a pitch-black cave,

cold and in pain,

I often recede

deep into my brain.

Consciousness goes,

and returns once again,

and I find myself still

right where I've been.

I try to stand up,

but quickly I fall,

for it's hard to balance

with no light at all.

Where is the light?

I ask, lying still,

while the cave that I'm in

eats away at my will.

The cold rocks of the cave

start to consume

all of my life

and construct me a tomb.

In the tomb, I can think,

but I can't become free,

for I'm part of the cave,

and it's part of me.

I grab a loose rock,

and bang on the floor,

and sparks fly through the air

as I fall through a door.