I Am . . .

by Christine   Aug 5, 2006


I am falling. Falling under a dying sun
that shows no signs of rising.
I am crying. Can't you hear the whispered
words I scream at you?
I am lost. Lost inside the unending maze of
uncertainty.
I reach out! I reach through the murky
waters for a hand to pull me back.
I am searching. Looking for light inside
the darkness that consumes me.
I am blind. Blinded by the tears that fall
constantly from my eyes.
I am here, though you don't see me fading
away right in front of your eyes.
I am here.

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