cold hours

by Mar 22, 2004Poetry

dark is the way to my path
i stumbled and crawled
deafning ears and losing sight
not a thing to hold

breathing hard in pants
cold sweat trickles down
i screamed so hard, so long
but no voice, sound was drowned

until the light flashed back
my eyes blinded in fear
still i held on to my path
crawling in inches so near..

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