Poetry Corner

The Cave.
I'm standing in a cave, dark and full of shadows, unable to move my feet.

The shadows are moving, getting closer, the darkness deeper, and I am scared, unable to flee.

They are closing in on me, and as they creep every so patiently, I find that I cannot breathe.

I am suffocating on my fears, helpless and in tears I fall to my hands, and knees.

The shadows are there watching , inching every so slowly towards me.

I can feel the life sapping coldness of their breath, like a frigid winter breeze.

It's so cold that the tears no longer fall from my eyes, they simply freeze.

I feel my strength ebbing away, the shadows seem pleased.

They begin to back away slowly, and as they do ,I think I hear their laughter mocking me.

I scream with the little breath I have, a scream filled with hate, sorrow, and pain.

As my scream shreds through the laughter, the echo reaches my brain.

At the sound of my frustration and helplessness I begin to feel as though I am insane.

Insane, because as my screams echoed back to me one thought enters my mind, "Pray."

As I go to bow my head in prayer the shadows begin to move forward, again they want to play.

My mind is now numb from the cold, hate filled darkness, paralyzed I am unable to pray.

Slowly I begin to close my eyes, shedding ice tears, because this will be my last day.

I feel my death approaching, teasing, again it backs away.

I open my eyes and to my surprise and dismay the shadows form a face.

In shock I look upon the face of my tormentor, and my heart begins to race.

It races in anger, rage, hate, and disdain at what it is my eyes see.

I am staring into the shadowy face of my tormentor, and the face staring back belongs to me!!

By Jarrett L. Young

04-28-08