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Finally my blood began to coagulate, the bleeding had stopped.
Not sure how far along the tunnel I had come. All the way I hopped.
Now to make my way out of this loathsome place.
Cobwebs drooped from the ceiling like filigree lace.
I stepped carefully over sodden earth, choking on the thick rancid air.
The pain from my wounded leg was throbbing and becoming hard to bear.
Dimly lit this tunnel seemed endless. Glimmers of hope mixed with fright.
Will I emerge from this horrid place, is this tunnel to be my tomb, my plight?
Eerie noises pierced the silence, and seemed to signal doom.
Wished I was home again in my own peaceful, pretty room.
Peering into the darkness there seemed to be eyes ahead staring at me.
“hello, is someone there?” No answer so I called again most warily.
The ‘eyes’ were not seen again. I guess it was my imagination.
Am I first to discover this fearsome tunnel since the beginning of creation?
My mind is wandering losing control, getting harder to keep on going.
A sharp turn to the right, the air feels fresher, a soft breeze is blowing.
It has to be coming from outside in the open, this must be the way out.
I tripped and nearly fell, and let out a small yelp, Suddenly I hear a shout.
“We are coming “ says the voice, “Are you OK?” I have been found.
My trembling voice tries to answer, but try as I will I can’t make a sound.
Scooped up by two burley men they carry me out to the bright sunshine.
My leg is cleaned and dressed, as they lay me back to rest, feeling fine.
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