Cave
This cave is just me.
I hear drips as I breathe.
I live in a cave.
Not even ghosts are this brave.
I have firewood.
I would roast marshmallows, if I could.
I used to live with people.
But smiles made me dull.
I used to go to school.
That place was much more cruel.
Than a cave which is just,
A nice place to rest.
I try to laugh, but I howl.
Where there’s no blankets or towels.
This is a place to learn to be brave.
But I’m starting to enjoy counting the cracks in this cave.
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