The View
by Bearurr


Death, darkness,

a maze of pain and worthlessness that enshrouds me.
I search for a door,

yet the despair that surrounds my feeble attempts,

pulls me back into its den of dimness.
I am alone.
My capable hands are motionless,
My mind rots into itself.
My soul aches for growth,

but it feels only uselessness.

In a world of such isolation,

of faceless acquaintances.
How can this forlorn figure venture into the living.
How can I find myself when I can not find the door?

Emptiness beckons me; solitude entreats me to the window.
To jump, perchance to dream.
The only way out of this darkness that surrounds me?

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Copyright 1999 by Bearurr

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