I roll over off of the top bunk in the middle of the night but instead of landing on the ground I crash straight through the floor. My stomach heaves as I continue to fall through the great black darkness. For what seems like hours that feeling of falling in your sleep never ends. I cant open my eyes, I cant leave this nightmare because thats all it is right a nightmare? When I finally reach that sense of absolute terror I hit the bottom and the air is pounded from my lungs. I reach out into the darkness and my hand brushes rough scratchy wood. I reach up then behind my head and thats all there is. Im in a box, a coffin, in the darkness. And thats all there is....
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Hey Gen here. Can you guess my greatest fear?
I'll give you a hint its not the dark.
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I Am Mute
PoetryI am mute but these are my words. My interpretation of life, death, love, and everything else in between. Starting with a poem inspired by a few lines in the book the silver star. And other little tidbits that might not mean that much to you, but if...
