here's a poem of mine....decided it was finally time to share

twists and turns beneath the ground,                                     

with different passages all around.                                     

burning torches on the walls                                                 

cast different shadows on the walls.

every passage and every hall,                                             

every marking on the wall                                                    

looks the same as the first                                                    

and you begin to fear the worst.

a light appears up ahead.                                                       

it's really there, not simply in your head.                                     

you run ahead thinking to see grass and sticks...                       

but it was only a torch playing tricks

to take another path could be advised.                                

taking another path could be wise.                                    

another path could be right,                                                  

and possibly free you from your plight.

this passage could be the way out,                                          

or it could lead to another walk-about.                                    

the torches on the walls continue to burn                                  

as you try to discern which way to turn.

 [ send green star]