i wait,
in the dark.
i see a inch of light,
i cant reach it anymore,
lost at the tips of my fingers.
so i see is darkness.
no shape or form, just black.
do i long for that inch? do i long,
to go back?
seems i can't.
i reach
i scream, i shake, i cry
i havent gottwn there yet
infact that inch has turned in nothing
i dont think ill be able to reach it again
it was soft and bright, opposite me.
the room is wide, as wide as i can see,
and yet i am not free.
the black has me, the black likes me
it is hard and cold, i welcome him with wide open arms!
©skylight
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