Monday, January 11, 2010

Pitch Black

In the dead of night,
no light to be found.
I move around trying to find my bearings.
I could just as easily be blind.

What should my next move be,
Where should I go.
No direction feels safe,
no path is familiar.

Is this new ground?
I haven't been here before.
At least not for a very long time.
Everything has changed.

The last time was so long ago.
It was all so easy back then.
I wasn't afraid of anything.
Now I second guess every move.

Somebody hit the lights.
Grab my hand,
lead me out of this darkness.
Bring me back to a place I know.

I'm scared

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