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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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