Analysis of Valley of the Womb

Riding through the darkness bound,
creeping along without any sight;
listening quickly for every sound,
heart beating harshly out of fright.

Echoed footfalls upon solid ground,
searching desperately for signs of light;
insanity slightly tugging all around,
as consciousness threatens to take flight.

Seeking for semblance, a sanity to be found,
making fists, swinging in a futile fight;
unknown whether winning or losing the round,
just wanting something to simply go right.

Hoping for the day when head is crowned,
longing for a bigger world so very bright;
lungs filled seeming as if to be drowned,
after all, this should be your first birthright.