Dark Room

Darkness is all I see with my eyes closed, and darkness is all I see with my eyes open. I lay paralyzed on hard ground. Confused. Afraid. Where may I be? Whomever am I? Seeking answers, but all I find is more questions… the outline of faces… blank faces, screaming in horror. But why… Confused. Afraid. Sweat runs down my body, tears run down my cheeks. In the midst of darkness, deep, deep into the sorrow, there I find a voice. What this voice tells me is blurry, but that which it aims to convey is understood. I need to bolster myself for that which is to come, for this is but a beginning.