The Cave

The lights are fading, fading, fading
And I cannot see anymore
And In the dark I'm wading, wading
Through the murky, muddy floor

The walls are dripping, dripping, dripping
From the leak of the water above
Still time is ticking, ticking, ticking
Inside this blackened, sweaty glove

My breath is slowing, slowing, slowing
But still I keep walking on
My uneasiness is growing, growing
For light is all but gone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Roth Avatar
January 1, 2018 at 10:33 AM
My favorite line is, "Inside this blackened, sweaty glove". This poem echoes.
Pickett Avatar
March 19, 2014 at 9:45 PM
I felt as though I was in the cave while reading your poem out loud. The echo of my deep voice barking back to me!! Well done friend!!Asavvy1
Brown Avatar
December 8, 2011 at 12:59 PM
Stopping back to read more of your excellent poetry today Juli-. Please continue with your writing and share it with us. Don't forget to enter some of the member contests. Love, Carol
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December 5, 2011 at 8:19 PM
loved the echo too. I wonder the story behind this though ;p
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December 5, 2011 at 3:16 PM
I agree with Tony.. Excellent piece my friend... Michael
Lane Avatar
December 5, 2011 at 3:14 PM
I liked it very much. The echo was very effective.
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