|Depression (standard:poetry, 105 words)|
|Author: Chris Craine||Added: Jul 07 2006||Views/Reads: 1845/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's not something I can help, just something I feel. I'll bet you can understand. If so I would like to hear from you.|
Everything is dark. I open my eyes to the bitter blindness of it. Where am I or am I? I can hear footsteps coming from somewhere or everywhere. I'm not really sure. My heart beats silently against my chest. I reach my hands out hoping to get a bearing on my situation. There are walls all around me. A door opens letting in a light as dark as the deepest cave. I think I just heard someone say my name, but I can't remember my name. They sounded frantic. “Where am I,” I shout? No sound comes from my mouth. Why is everything so dark? Tweet
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