Author: Shorty Spooky
Date: October 16, 2000
Category: Poetry
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, Never will. *sniffle*




In The Oubliette.


Dark.
Can't see.
There must be walls.
No way out.
A noise?
Imagination.
A strand of sunlight.
Hurting hands.
No help at all.
Where is he?
What did I do?
I thought I chose right.
Maybe not.