Un-intrepid

Darkness loomed
Feeling of directionless
“Perfect recipe” for disaster.

Eyes cringed
Hands covered the ears
Silence though,
Continued to laugh at her.

Empty words
Circled around
Letters leapt out,
Each resembling a question.

Was there a tunnel
With light at the end?
Or, would entering the tunnel
Lead to her shadow leaving too..

Enter and see
The voice urged
No other way to know.

Gather the courage,
To lose whatever
little is left?

I don’t think so.

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