Darkness
It is a circle
Big and wide as the sun.
But for me,
Its a strand
A strand I'm loosing my grip on.
Slowly I slip
I can't regain my grip
I fall,
And suddely,
Nothing is around me.
I can't see the light that is the sun.
It shines but misses me.
Only darkness surrounds me.
Sanity?
I feel mine is gone
None for this one.
No one understands
Can they help?
Finally I see strands
I grab one.
I hold on tight.
It pulls me into the light
Thank goodness!
Great to see the light!
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