A Drop in the Cavern

Great debris of unimaginable

Scales of hubris tall in size

Hidden ‘neath a sole demise

Late in life to come perusal

Of a minuscule far human

Far in reach o’ destination

Hidden ‘neath another nation

Sniff of prison under rocks

He could not envision then

When the sights for him producd

In a wonders’ moment mused

See beneath the situation

Of a planning in this wreckage

Simple fate to blow in airs

And careening to grim lairs

Laugh of ruin cold precise

The unfortunate survivor

Breathing calmly moments prior

Prior unsuspicious horror

Flee of tourism blown away

Contemplating dreadful options

Coldest came reality

All of concepts he could see

Reaching present fate’s delivery

Of a weighty monument

Of a stern and endless pressure

Lodged in darkness deepest fissure

Half of solid half o’ terror

The afflicted shaken visitor

Hand entrapped and other hearted

Far inside accommodated

Heartly holding every beat

Of a critter man of hour

Grim untimely situation

A transpiring pale vexation

If another second passing

Of unbearable the madness

Piercing sprawling chilling web

Of sensations ‘bout my deathbed

Off my trembling peace is out!

My perdition absolute

Clawing skin my situation

Of late hope the renegation

Why is tighter stone not loose!

Stubborn will not wrench away

Limb so tired of dismay

There is simply not a way

Form or artifice salvation!

For my gifted crisp of exit

I see nothing I can’t sleep

For too drenched my eyes in weep

War of soul and heart of me!

In pull for my mental sway

I’ll decision missing promptly

Neverending state so somberly

Dim this tribulation hard!

Twilight covers my awareness!

And tomorrow comes the hunger

Lest I break free to no longer

Fight with me and urges mine!

To evade the rising moon

Breaking free nice easy soon

Surely pick o’ mine has room

Do a tearing and it’s fine!

Piercing flesh cannot hurt more

Than the patiently anxiety

Rasping rhythmically sobriety

Crushing vile my tolerance

Just a target swing fortuitous

But repeated for good measure

Maybe is some kind of pleasure…

But is freedom from demise!

Oh my stars what is I’m saying

In this moment fit for ponder

Truly answer is oh closer

Show yourself to me right now!

Cleanly I’ll concoct escape

An ingenious solution

Final rigid resolution

Sunny day won’t show itself!

Yanking jerking give up rock

Hardy are my deepest bones

Harder even is my brains

Sunking failure yours await!

Now was that a little quiver?

From some pebbles dislocating?

Humble avenue creating?

Foul of you to fool me so!

I will crack your very structure!

After leaving this your hellhome!

Strip you of your strength and name!

Try and stop the loud revenge

You hide back your callous threats

Of a bigger bro collapsing

While I stay you won’t be lapsing

Two or three fat boulders, will you?

The protesting person stuck

Heard a noise then heard a rumble

Thinking geologic tumble

Knee of water sweat in place

Yet it’s silence that due followed

All the same afraiding him

Drops and shiver toes to chin

Wet and flexible morale

Then to flourish freely fist

Man would have no thing of it

Pillar had throat he would slit

Man would break all opposition

Valiantly he dared to squirm

Motions showed rock who is boss

Though no gain made and no loss

Sadly so he melted whole

“What is it, is it you want?”

He inquired recomposing

With a firmer spine erecting

“Cannot leave it to tomorrow?

Satisfaction of your whims?

An affliction of my sorrow?

Is my time you wish to borrow?

Fraction of respect you have!”

Till a vigorous swing punishment

Laid on stony nerve above

Bit more bluntly than he’d have

Threw a rupture into motion

Open veins up germinating

Growing empty tree of wreckage

Filling him with fear and rage

Harden spirit boy he tried to

Automatic a destruction

Rock to crumble rock to rock

Ending sticking in a stack

Problematic shards chaotic

Though when dust was dissipating

And the lucky still alive

Art he managed to contrive

Lo it was configuration

His claw battered in a pocket

Hurt and free amidst the rocks

Not the last of all his shocks

This but promptly took away

Reeling straining just to fathom

All the lotteries he’d lost

Though this one was sole and best

Feeling he should buy more tickets

To his clearly fruitful fortune

Path of entrance still remaining

Took his self plus pickaxe running

True and ready for hotel

Striding through the beach of plastic

Distant desperation’s grotto

Vision slowly far and hollow

Being not like its insides

He so quickly entered hall

Climbing stairs his door to greet him

Slithered in by gap so slim

Scary dance of under sheets

He so furrowed and remaining

For a heart and hand start healing

Shower could come later filling

The vacation’s legend his