I feel my way forwards

In danger of tripping

And falling

The ground's wet, I'm slipping

My clothes are catching on rocks

And ripping.

Down here it's damp

And it's wet and it's cold

why ever was I so

foolishly bold?

I slip and I slide

I grab and I hold.

Through the dark

The endless night

The ground is rising

I see the light

I hurry forwards

The end in sight.