Lisa Lorden

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The hole is deep and dark
I am alone, afraid
Wondering how I've fallen.
Dim light above me,
Heavy air pulling me down,
I struggle for a way out.

They call my name
But my voice cannot respond.
Someone reaches for my hand
But my grasp is too weak.
Promises float down like fallen leaves
But my heart cannot believe.

© Lisa Lorden, 1997

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