I am here standing in the darkness.
It is pitch black and cannot see a thing.
I stretch my hands feeling for something, anything.
I hear a blood-curdling scream that sounds like a high pitched whistle.
Then I realize that that one blood-curdling scream came from my lips,
and I wish I
could take it back.
I am digging, reaching around.
I pull at my clothes tearing holes in them, trying to escape from my
I wish on my soul, and all that I have in me to get me out of here.
I scream like a lion, lunging for its prey.
Did the devil do this deed?
The darkness seeps in, tearing my soul apart, even though I feel nothing.
I can smell the foul odor making me gag towards the blackness beneath
I see nothing like a mole digging in the ground for a way out.
Yet, I have hope.
I have hope that the darkness will soon become light, because darkness
cannot live without light.