Crawling through the dark
searching for a light.
I have to find something
that will kill my fright.
I think I dee it now
I think I see your hand.
Help me; Hold on;
Remove me from this land.
Oh no, now I'm slipping
I am falling in so deep.
I've finally hit the bottom
As I begin to weep.
Now I see no light
Nor do I see your hand.
I guess you just left me here
To die in this dark land.

Tasha Marie Nicholas


 
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