Depression (standard:poetry, 105 words)
Author: Chris Craine	Added: Jul 07 2006	Views/Reads: 3333/0	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? 


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