Anxiety
June 30, 2013
Cold black marble
beneath our feet
running
down a long dark corridor
too many doors
never been here
fading, flickering lights
running
gripping vines
tearing through the walls
searching
need a way out
never ending
searching
no people
where are the people
shivers down my spine
aching in my bones
crying from the pain
running and searching
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