Stuck

November 21, 2015

Here I lay in the darkness,
With not even a single light.

It covers everything
Including my sight.

I see something on the side of my eye gleam.
But maybe it was just a dream.

I wish to one day be saved,
From this dark dank lonely cave.

But now all I see,
Is I will never be free.

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