A Story 1

In the Cave

I laid bruised

Scarred through the chest

Blood down the knee

Heat up the head

There was a cave around

And there was moss

And then was a silent river

And then was a sombre rock

There I had my songs enough

And then I had some thoughts 

And then I had some pain to deal

And then I had the walls

And I laid there 

Like a fallen rose

And then I had drowsy eyes

And in the sleep deep down I froze

I was a broken self 

Tis' I felt and pitied

I needed help

Tis' I cried and moaned

Tired was I 

Foraging glee

Pained was self

Giving but plea

The blood was dry 

When from sleep I woke

The river had a song

For a traveller gipsy unknown

The tears slept not

When a traveller arrived

He sang his songs 

To make me bright

And the world seemed all light

In that cave so dark

And I felt a smile

A glee to embark

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