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winnie the poem Oct 2024
I wake up with only darkness
around me, all this blackness
...No way out and all alone,
I hear a sound in the silence,
so soft that it disappeared.... Disappeared… Disappeared..

So I heard the echo of my voice,
resounding in the sound
of my deepest cry.
What is my name,
what are my desires?
Am I here in an existence,
or am I gone, in hell,
or in heaven underneath the sky.

All these questions, so many,
every day. And I get no answers,
because here in the darkness,
I can’t find another way.

— The End —