Laughter--
Laughter echoing,
Bouncing off the unbounded walls.
But where is the sound coming from?
I can hear them, stentorian and lucid,
Though after an ephemeral while,
They begin to fade.
I run towards where I believe,
The laughs emerge,
But fruitlessly
Encounter more walls.
There!
There I can discern them,
Behind the wall.
I strike continuously,
Against the hard granite,
I crack a few knuckles,
My hands start to bleed,
And still I proceed.
Tears cascade from my eyes
As I yell in despondency:
" I'm here"
" I'm here!"
Blood surges to my head,
My knees grow decrepit;
I collapse.
Darkness invades the light,
I become blind,
I cannot Taste
Hear,
Smell,
Feel.
Still, no one can hear me,
Therefore no one comes.
My breathing grows rapid,
But then it slows...
Gingerly.
I am moribund.
My fears become a reality,
My dreams recede from view.
I am forsaken with my solitude,
In this doleful state.
Was everything I once knew...
A lie?
Your words of promise...
False?
I cannot believe I confided in you.
I am revolted,
Anguished,
Petrified,
Of what I've become:
An execrable zombie.
And here I am now,
Gasping for air in this macabre white room.
My body is desensitized,
I lay on the floor and,
All I can do is scream in my death throes...
" I'm here."



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