in the dark she sits
watching as the light flashes by
swirling, twirling around her
and all she can do is wait.

in the dark she listens
never had silence been so loud
it blocks out her voice
and all she can do is wait. 

In the dark, she reads
though words aren’t really there
she sees them crystal clear
but, still, all she can do is wait. 




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