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This is not i wanted,
this is not i asked for,
this is not i desired,
this is not i dreamt of.
It's so different, it's so strange.............
I don't know what's going on,
don't know why it is so.
It's happening, so fast, so soon.
I'm trying, harder n harder,
but nothing's happening, nothing's changing.
I'm going deeper n deeper.
it's so dark, it's so cold.........
I'm looking,
for a sound, for a sign......
something.
but there's nothing i can see, hear,
nothing i can do.
Iam holding out my hand,
for something to touch, something to grab,
or someone, to pull me out, back in the light,
but i grab nothing but air, dark air.
I can't see the light, i can't find the way
And here i am, still,
In the dark...........
Richard Howardson
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