Once Upon a Time
Dashing around every corner
Searching in every nook in the hopes of discovering an exit
But there is no such thing, not here, not now,
Buried within the caverns of this desolate cave.
With a last glance behind her she struck the opal walls
Jeering the cave to react,
But this cave, though minuscule, had more to it than she thought.
She flailed and wailed and ailed and whaled
She was as good as gone, and only now did she realize
She was lost to a torrent of emotions and as bleak as it felt a torrent of tears
Only she was not alone, for I too felt this torrent of feelings.
I flailed and wailed and ailed and whaled
I was as good as gone, and only then did I realize
I was not there. She was not there.
It was only lines adorning one of many pages, one of many chapters, one of many in the series.
And yet here I sat, engulfed within.
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