The cavern was cold, the walls damp;
the darkness ate up the rays from the lamp.
I sat on the floor, my head on my knees,
while tears fell like the autumn leaves.
I couldn't think; I couldn't plan;
my back ached where cold chills ran.
I was not afraid; had nothing to fear,
for gone to nothing was all I held dear.
I raised my head and gasped with a start;
and realized this cave was my heart.