Faceless and no more.
Hidden, out of sight.
Visible to no one.
But I see it all.
I know all.
There I am in the middle.
Surrounded.
Fear grips me, squeezing slow.
The light grows dim.
Darkness swallows me.
As I slip beneath the crashing waves.
Making no sound.
As I am swept away.
To be no more.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(04/09/2012)
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