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Dash Black


Too Long in the Dungeons


Little sight and little light
That is how dungeons are day or night
Filthy little dark holes
Cave-like but with no doors

Bump up, hip, hop
So is the way we sway down the rock
Hitting the fragments of rocks in the dark
Once you lose your heart in there, there is no way back

Dungeons of our internal selves
Slaving and labouring us like house elves
As we seek to hold on to dear life
Unconsciously striving underground to survive

When we reach the top
After a great deal of bump up, hip and hop
The first ray of the sun blinds us with might
Swaying sightlessly we hold on to dear life even tight

Dilated eyelids shrinking to bright rays, barely sees
that on the mountain top the truth lays
Day and night forever waiting to be reached,
by the Dungeon-ans that have been unleashed

Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013
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