The Ravine

I'm slipping down into the deep ravine.

The sticks and branches break me at the knee.

The darkness has already consumed me.

Don't let anyone kid you. This place is mean.

The swamp resides on bottom the ravine.

Once inside, good luck breaking yourself free.

Panes of glass soon begin encasing me.

Just a few have the key to intervene.

A gentle storm washes away the pains.

All is healed with flashes of lightening.

The rumble of thunder ends the complains.

What once I found comfort, now frightening.

The darkness fades with the pouring of rains.

What once scared me is now enlightening.