Running

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it's dark and i'm trapped 

in this mysterious room 

i spot small, square-shaped window 

where tempting sunlight peeks through 

i walk for a moment, then i start to run 

i run for the light i seek 

anything to help me 

escape this dark abyss 

i'm running fast (or so i feel like i am) 

but the window of brightness is fading away 

i sprint for it, my breath running short 

i'm not one to exercise, if i may say 

i'm tired, exhausted, i'm every word of fatigue 

and the light begins to dim 

much like the surface 

of a pool to which i can't swim 

my legs have gone heavy 

my lungs are giving up 

the light has fully left me alone 

but somehow, i can't seem to stop

i'm running, i'm running 

i'm positive i'm running on the spot 

i still want to reach the window 

i'm simply drowning in my distraught 

now here i am, sitting on the ground 

i have lost all hope 

not even a mere sliver or inkling of faith i have found 

i'm waiting for a miracle

but what can i do? 

i'm a solitary soldier 

standing on my own 

with darkness; i've no saviour 

the darkness engulfs me 

slowly but surely 

swallowing me up with no hesitation 

i've no idea what's in store for me.

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