Saturday, February 11, 2012

Not so Bad

It wasn't so bad
Being lost
It was life in
Darkness
It wasn't clear
What was worse:
The terror hidden from my eyes
Or the one lurking in my mind

It wasn't so bad
Being lost
Just a world of darkness
Without a blanket
A moon without a sun
Solid, real, substantial
And coldly complete.

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