A Hand

February 11, 2014

Heading towards the tunnel

That is growing narrower by the second,

The pinpoints of moments in my life

Are flashing and crying out to me.

All I see is bad; all of the good memories

Extinguished.

My vision grows blurry with the shock,

Fear, and gut-wrenching sorrow.

I can’t breathe.

Yet I continue to walk, far, far away

From the horrible circumstances

That I was objected to;

From the terrifying moments

That you made me endure…

I am drowning in despair,

In a pool of merciless actions

Committed by you.

I am gasping, grasping for a hand

That will reach out and pull me up,

But I can’t seem to find a hand worth taking.

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