A fresh morning, the sky was clear,
birds chirping and cooing with no fear.
My little home in the countryside farm,
and I woke up fresh without an alarm.
I pulled the running shoes over my feet,
And set out to find a fine turkey’s meat.
I walked until I stumbled upon a peacock,
Chasing which I ran into the mountain rock.
It must’ve been a modern concrete cave,
Abandoned, yes, definitely a stenchy grave.
I do not remember whence I lost my shoes,
Nor can I recall if I had more paths to choose.
Nevertheless, gone was the fresh air breeze,
The other end of tunnel just appeared to freeze,
I was walking in darkness on wet stones,
Perhaps, they smelt like scraped dry bones.
Thirst and nausea took over my ability,
and I ran to the other end in insanity.
I could see the snakes moving on the wall,
And then I felt a long weightless fall.
I fell into a pit of darkness and slime,
lost myself in a void of space and time.
I felt around for steps to climb upon,
the last ray of hope was now all gone.
Lost, shattered, tired, trying to cope,
Hoping to randomly find the magical rope,
back into the tunnel of blood and bones,
Of distant frozen ends and eerie tones.
Maybe, just maybe, I shall find a way to the pit’s top,
Think of it, oh! What a glory…
Someone somewhere says “ hey, it’s just a pitstop”
Heh, who even knows my story???