A Light of My Own
By Belle Byrd
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In my cave
So dark
So real
Spiders and mice gnawing at my mind
Thoughts infested, flesh infected
How my fingers bleed where do I stand
When no light exists?
How rocks scrape my feet
Do they hear me?
Do they hear me?
How loudly must I scream?
Perhaps I'll claw away at these stones
I'll find my own light
A light of my own
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