Cryptic Mind

Another poem...

It’s too dark in here, for you to see,

But arrogantly you claim you can reach me.

 

You grab a pebble and give it a throw

It echoes forever, of things you don’t know.

 

So you light a torch to guide your feet,

But there is no air, so fire meets defeat.

 

You take a flashlight, a thought most clever

But its batteries will not last forever.

 

Not to far in, you find your first clue

The footprints of others as foolish as you.

 

The chill of the place, seeps into your chest,

Do you continue, when others sought rest?

 

Stubborn you are and deeper you go,

The ground below covered in violet snow.

 

The air is too thin, you struggle to breath,

Your mindset, determined, your chose not to leave.

 

Further you go, at scattered pictures you stare,

Then finally, a crack, a breath of fresh air.

 

You pick up a photo, try to make sense

Of dark figures, in a shadow so dense.

 

A little ways ahead, a pale blue light

You’ve reached the end, behold the sight.

 

A waterfall, that once flowed free

Has frozen in time and encased me.

 

A forgotten girl, that forever sleeps,

Protected by ice, that will not weep.

 

The truth of this is written below,

For any foolish traveler, who wants to know?

 

And as you read it, you realize it’s true

That the one to awake me could never be you.

 

Now turn back swiftly, before the batteries fade,

Once lost in this darkness, you’ll never be saved.

 

Author's Note

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