The World
I look around and all I see
Is nothingness staring right through me,
I'm clothed in white yet in the dark,
it's swallowing me fast.
I panic, I gasp for breath.
None comes.
My mind races, waiting, hoping for the sun.
It stops.
The racing, panic, darkness,
I wake, rising from the dark to start another day.
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