I sit within an empty cave.
It's empty, that's for sure.
It's dark, so dark that nothing shines.
What sound is that? A purr?
I'm in this cave, and not alone,
but with what I can't say.
It's in the back where it's jet black --
a predator? Or prey?
I'm walking now; I don't dare run.
the ground is all cockeyed
with stalagmites and stalactites.
I grope, in need of guide.
And feeling through Stygian space,
I bust open my head.
Warm blood, I feel, run down my face.
I'm squeezed by rising dread.
I hear a squeak, a mouse strolls through;
then silence is restored.
If only my mind were so rid
of its outsized horrors.