A figure in the distance,
Slowly approaching,
Whilst I see no one,
In the open.
Everyone tries so hard,
To be good,
But I saw no one,
That could.
While I stay in here,
With everyone,
I see no one,
To and from.
It is dangerous,
In this cave,
Yet, I walk towards it,
I must be brave.
Whilst I walk,
To my death,
I must have faith,
In the rest.
I see it now,
I saw it then,
I see it everywhere,
In the dim.
A figure in the distance.
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Short Stories and Poems
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