What can I think?
When for months I never did see anything wrong,
that I could do something to right,
so that I wouldn't end up with nothing.
And she had many such dreams that she could not wake up from.
She dreamt that she was running down a blinding white corridor,
hoping to find the thing she wanted.
And yet she saw the corridor had no unlocked doors, nor ending.
She hoped to find something, but she did not know what.
And she ran and ran.
She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out.
She had nothing.
Or perhaps she was chased by something into a dark dark tunnel.
She ran towards a light, but found it was a white rock,
which turned into her long-dead pet hamster and bit her.
The tunnel was filled with white rocks, no, rats
But had no light.
She heard shuffling noises of a thing in the dark, searching,
And she ran and ran.
She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out.
She had nothing.
Or perhaps she was running up and down a staircase,
terrified of the second storey,
horrified by what she saw on the first.
The floor, damp and muddy, and she slipped, twice.
She was crying by now,
but Nobody heard and Nobody cared,
and Nobody came to her help.
Her vision blurred by her tears, she fell,
but saw the cold hard ground clearly as it loomed up to meet her.
Then, there was a dog, her dog,
barking, calling her,
She tried to turn, but could not.
She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out.
She had nothing.
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