This Cave

This cave – my mind
is cluttered from over use
scattered with evidence
of a hidden life

there are shadows
telling tales of reality
that aren’t enough,
not anymore

it has grown stale
with fumes of fear
rank with rust and rot
like blood left out

time now for air
for fresh, bright light
and evidence of a spirit
lifted toward Heaven

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