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DARKNESS

I lay in my bed
In the dark of night
Alone and so afraid.

And I was nothing
And my life was nothing.
There was nothing in me.

F or I knew nothing
And I loved nothing.
What could be known or loved?

"Oh please," I cried out
In the dark of the ni gh t,
"Let there be just one thing

One thing I can know,
One thing I can love
To make my life worthwhile."

And the darkness laughed
A cold, empty laugh.
"There is nothing," it said.

And I cried all night
And I cried all day
Oh God, is there nothing to say?
"If there is nothing
To make life worthwhile,
Then I will die," I cried.

And the darkness laughed
A cold, empty laugh.
"Death is nothing," it said.

"Dying to flee life
Is a vanity.
Death and life are the same. "

And I am nothing,
And my life is nothing,
And there is nothing for me.

And I cry all night
And I cry all day,
Oh God, there is nothing to say.

Wanda Stine

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