by Melody Kellogg, 1996, revised 1998.

Darkness
I can't see a thing-
Where Am I?
Who Am I?
I think I had a name once, before
They Came.
With Their big eyes
And Their little hands.
Hours ago They came for me-
Or was it years?
Time
Has no meaning
Here
In the Darkness-
Where I wait for Them
To come for me
Again.

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