(Before the poem, this was one of my favorite games as a teen and I typed in ‘Earthen Womb’ for a picture. Found it funny that this piece of my past turned up when I was in the mood for this poem. All instrumental if you want to give it a listen.)
Ground opening beneath my feet
Fear clinging to my throat
Though I may still be asleep
A dream that starts with anarchy
And ends with an envelope of warmth
Curled within a tomb of soil
Using lungs that still find air
My eyes see nothing beyond night
Yet they still sense life
That ebbs and flows through the dirt
Is this a moment of healing?
A chance to rest and regain strength
Or is this the end?
No more road for me to travel
Only a well-earned sleep
Nestling in the belly of Gaia
Legends of Windemere 
The words and the music go together well Charles 😀
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Thanks. 🙂
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I agree with Jan Hawke. i listened to the music as I read the poem. It has that “ebb and flow” feeling. 🙂
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Cool. I’m glad they match. 🙂
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I was half-convinced this was going to turn into a zombie-uprising story, lol. I like how it turned out, though. Very serene.
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Thanks. Re-reading it, I can see how the zombie thing came about.
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Great poem, keep it up!
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Thanks. 🙂
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