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Oct 2016
Low
Grappling. Grasping. Reaching. Sinking.
Cocooned in this pit of mine.
Enveloped in its darkness.

Calling. Shouting. Hoping. Nothing.
No rescuers left to help.
Just me for company.

Accepting. Settling. Slumping. Resting.
Tired of survivals effort.
Weary of the ache.

Holding. Listening. Thinking. Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.

Sinking.
Luckily I managed to learn to climb.
Tasman Suitor
Written by
Tasman Suitor  Melbourne, Australia
(Melbourne, Australia)   
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