Grave is a cave

Light! I held in my hands

Like all others, I see with it

Everyone walked with me in paths

Each path had destination which is common

And everyone knows this, I stood

Alone! Searching for others, I saw

Lights! Oh my! The light! What

Left for me? Was Darkness! With rage,

I searched my light, with courage

I had left, all that is

Left, climbed up the mountain following

Light! Light held by a colleague

Climbing became difficult, I hung on!

Cliff, one which dealt with height

A deadly height that’ll make myself lost

Around the footpaths of this Mountain

Forever! There came the light, recovering me

From this plight, I thanked and

Followed, slipping in times, I asked

For the light, “Climbing for my

Vacation”, I pleaded, “You would have

Vacation which is certain”, with frustration

I heard his reply, the spat

Induced a gap, between the light

And I, Dull became the light

Annoying the lazy me to the full

Pushed hard, closed my eye

Pulled the barriers away, opened

My eye! when “I” died, Hurray!

Mesmerized, saw the Light! One!

Only one! Amazed, carried the light

On my way, to the farthest sight

No lights! Except one! Heard sound

No! Know the sound before, Sound!

The slipping sound! Realized myself, ran

To my place, placed the light

Leaned to my right, felt my

Lonely heart, “Grave is a Cave”

                                                    - Alan Giftson