Walk the Dark
A tunnel wide yawned before me
as I travelled along my way,
and I stepped in as traveler would,
leaving behind the waning day.
As soon as I was in the dark
as splash of colors lashed at me.
First, black like space, then brown like dirt
splattered, from where? I could not see.
Then raging red, a boiling blood
like river flowed, followed by blue
and laughing greens and gold like sun
did paint me in a rainbow hue.
I left exhausted, but still pleased;
my trial turned me into art.
'Twas nearly death, but worth much more,
and all I did was walk the dark.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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