Looking, starring, gazing at the desolite darknes; She feels the walls moving, always moving closer and closer. Her screams penetrate the darkenss, echoing through the seemingly empty room. Light penetrates the darknes, helping hands reach to hold her, She can't see for She is blinded, blinded by the darkness She craves, almost needs for survival. A soothing voice enters Her realm of darkness, explaining, luring Her towards the light. In a sudden realization She sees a brillian, blinding flash and knows that Her past is gone, and Her future is a bright sheet, ready to be filled. For you see, She found the light and, in doing so, found the truth and the way to true survival.
Reason for writing:
I worte this poem after I came to a realization of my own.
Other than that I have no idea.
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