The Cave

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I am with no one, and with everyone all at once, the sky turns a shade of grey I never knew existed.

There is a scene of a mountain looming in the foreground.

I almost think I see the snow-capped peak but I don’t, the sky is much too dull.

The intensity of a crowd is overwhelming to my eyes so I must stray away from them.

          I must become my own shadow and dislodge myself from the attachment I have become.

                   There is a small cave, north or south of where I am; the direction does not matter.

                             I am slowly walking away from everyone’s thoughts,

From everyone’s words,

From everyone’s judgmental stares,

Their crispy eyes burning a hole through to my soul,

I can sense that they sense my weakness; it radiates from my pores.

When I took a step, the prints were left on the snow and everyone’s eyes were on me.

They were all wondering the same thing; where on earth is she going?

I took my paces, one at a time, all the way to the mouth of the cave.

When I stood in front of it, eyes wide open and mouth hung low, I started to step back.

I wanted to go on top,

 Wanted to find out why it’s so majestic,

The people followed me, a group of them, paranoia, I’d call them,

There was nothing that was there to stop me from going inside,

So I went inside and the cave collapsed.

         

 

Reviews

[PhoenixDown]

Really awesome job.
A lot of imagery in this one, which I found to be quite inspirational, if not only for personal projects or reasons.
Very clean & polished - recognized and appreciated.
Good job.