THIS IS MY CAVE


This is my cave.

The illusion's outside,
still to be discovered.

I crawl to the opening,
to the lights outside.

Hollow sounds of land and sea,
mirror images haunting me.

Throw myself out, into the grand,
into the arms of God's promised land.

Echoes inside, this existing thought,
wraps itself around and life's caught.

Crawl back to my cave with no strength left,
the world took my breathe, freedom theft.

This is my cave. Exile existing.

The illusion's outside,
waiting to be discovered.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-09 at 02:58

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
You've spoken so brilliantly to so many people who have been robbed of their freedom by the world and have cocooned themselves in a cave of their own making.
These words break through and talk to those bound up spirits.
2006-09-09


Kathy Lockhart
I see someone wanting to breakthrough to come out into the world. They come so close but just the thought of it is overwhelming so they return back to where they feel safe. But sacrifice the whole world for the feeling of security. This is a deeply moving poem for me in so many ways. Thank you for sharing it. xx kathy
2006-09-09