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A Poem by George Hites

Here I stand in the darkness screaming at talking to it nobody else is there but me and it,But every once and a while a little light streams through pure white, The first time I ever saw it I ran for it hope to be a way out of the dark, every step I took I got closer but there was always one mistake in my step and It went away, For years I have been Trapped and some day I hope The light won't go away no matter my mistakes. 

© 2015 George Hites


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Added on February 8, 2015
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George Hites
George Hites

Nekoosa, WI, WI



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