Looking up from between the shadows sites,
trying to figure how to get myself out.
Watching the others find the sight,
echoing are their screams and shouts.
Content with my quietly solving mind,
picking, piecing the answer slowly comes.
Anxiety stresses the darkness so blind,
quickening the pace of my inner drums.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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