The Eternal Hand
I feel the eternal hand of loneliness descend upon me, pressing me down, I
must get out lest I drown, the fear grips my throat tight, my reason is gone, where
is my insight? My vision has gone, must get it back... Desperately I run, trying to
escape the night yet dreading the morning light. I stop and look around, my
senses reel for the lack of sound...My breath coming out in gasps, I am akin to an
animal trapped. My eyes close and I feel the warmth of the blood rush through
me and now I know....I'm alive and I’ll make it... just wait and see...
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