Questionable Fear

What is this little darkened space?
Where has everyone gone?
What was it that I said today?
What did I ever do wrong?

Will you turn the light on please?
Or maybe even crack the door?
Won’t you take the hands of time
And return me to hours before?

Who is this playing tricks with me?
Why must you do this now?
Won’t somebody rescue me?
Or help me out somehow?

10-2-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Foster Care

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