Pitch Black

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By Elizabeth

EVEN THOUGH MY EYES AREN’T CLOSED I LOOK AROUND AND IT’S PITCH BLACK I CAN’T FEEL OR HEAR ANYTHING I FEEL AS IF I’M LOCKED UP IN THIS TIGHT CLOSED BOX I CAN’T FEEL MY PULSE AND YET I’M AS COLD AS ICE, SO WHATS A GIRL TO DO JUST LIE HERE IN PITCH BLACK I TRY TO GET OUT, BUT IT’S LOCKED UP TIGHT AS A COFFIN, COULD I BE RIGHT AS I LIE HERE IN PITCH BLACK I START TO WONDER IF I’M DEAD OR ALIVE AS I WONDERED WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN THE END I HAD FINALLY REALIZED I HAD BEEN DEAD ! ! ! WRITTEN BY: ELIZABETH WOLFF

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June 23, 2005 22:01Crimson.Wings

this a very sad poem, but i like it a lot.