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Still
(Cerri Lee)

 

He is still, in the dark
Cold as stone
Movement a far distant memory

He is playing the game
Time out of mind
He has waited in this place

They will find me!
Not long now
I¹m not hard to find here

He coughs a little
How long has it been?
Is anybody out there?

Is there no one searching?
Am I alone?
When will someone come for me?

A small thought forms.
Am I the only one?
Do they know I am playing the game?

Knots tighten in his belly
The fear takes hold
Maybe there is no-one else at all!

The beginning is a blur
How did he get here?
Why did he start the game?

A new feeling rises
Curiosity replaces fear
New blood pumps to fingers and toes

Fingers begin to explore
What is this?
The turn of a handle, a chink of light

The dark has gone forever.