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I walk into the great tomb of darkness,

eyes wide open tasting fear in my throat.

Heart pounding in my heaving hollow chest,

attempting to control the rumble in my bowels.



As I inch along feeling the wet slimy walls,

visions of terror permeate my deepest thoughts.

Imaginings so bizarre as to make my knees weak,

and legs wobble like a new born colt in the spring.



Then feelings of a fresh breeze caresses my face,

and a faint light is seen in the far off distance.

I make my way inch by inch and foot by foot,

till I work through my fears and enter into the light.



Like all trials and tribulations this was no more or less,

we must all endure our darkest times and persevere.