Entry 727

Clutching this pen 
like a torch in a cave.

Looking only towards the path ahead 
for fear of finding watchful eyes.

Searching for another world, 
a subterranean paradise, 
that I may inhabit 
until its inevitable discovery 
by another torchbearer 
results in my expulsion 
and the beginning of a new journey.

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