No light near
No hope of being seen or heard
My head was ringing
The silence pressing in
Like a vice around my ears
Crack, the sounds of the rocks
Tumbling
Breaking the silence like a whip
Tripping, flat onto hands and knees
Cursing, like it was the end itself
Then
It was a dream
Within, a dream
Breaking the silence with obnoxious light
Blinded
Blinking, the silence no longer harsh
Upon my ears
Soft.
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