Spelunking I'd love your opinions just a short poem to kind of introduce myself

Spelunking

I needed a safe place to hide,
so I dug a hole in a book
and imagined myself down there
inside. The plot was my tether
as I descended through wordy
depths that swirled with color and
visions and pain, and helped tear out
the tendrils entangling my brain.
The tension was taut, the concepts
I grasped as toeholds to prolong
the climb. I reached the substructure
with the lifeline intact held strong
by the hands of my mind. I know
I’ll have to climb back out of here
now, there is little left for me
to see, but I enjoyed the book
in which I hid so deep and soon
I will need a new cave to read.

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