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The Dark Tube
#WritcoPoemPrompt58
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
Reaching up, with a gentle birth.
The water rose, and I felt a chill,
As I sank down, with a helpless will,
But the child's eyes, shone like a light,
Guiding me through, the dark of night.
With a gentle touch, and a loving gaze,
The child helped me, through the watery maze,
And as I emerged, into the sun's warm rays,
I knew I'd found, a new way to praise.
The dream had ended, but its meaning stayed,
A reminder of, the help we receive on our way,
And the love that guides us, through life's darkest places,
And the hope that rises, like a child's smiling face.
© The Chronic Loner
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
Reaching up, with a gentle birth.
The water rose, and I felt a chill,
As I sank down, with a helpless will,
But the child's eyes, shone like a light,
Guiding me through, the dark of night.
With a gentle touch, and a loving gaze,
The child helped me, through the watery maze,
And as I emerged, into the sun's warm rays,
I knew I'd found, a new way to praise.
The dream had ended, but its meaning stayed,
A reminder of, the help we receive on our way,
And the love that guides us, through life's darkest places,
And the hope that rises, like a child's smiling face.
© The Chronic Loner
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