The day she stood
At the mouth of a well
And wondered if and why
She'd ever agree
To go in
Deep.
That day,
She walked away,
She didn't dare,
This
First
Time.
She peered fearfully
Into the mouth of a cave.
The slope was steep,
The air was dark,
The smell was damp.
She wished
She had dared
Again
Now.
One day she tripped and fell
Deep underground,
A place without air flow,
Muffling sounds,
Her own
Deep
Personal
Hell.
Walking through tunnels,
Huddling herself close,
She held onto a memory
Roaring
Bright
Scent
Of light.
For the longest time
She searched down below
For a hint of a door,
Into the normal
Bright
Old
World.
The memory of light
Had all but faded
In her mind, in the
Rayless
World
Below.
Until one evening
She stumbled out
Onto a vast open field, into a
Bright
Bright
Night.
Millions of shades
Resounding
Vibrant din
That will never
Fade
To her
Again.
