hello?

don't turn out the lights
whatever dwells in light
must now see it shine
can't keep digging my grave
hoping someday I will fill it
this is the closest to the thin thin linethat I have ever been
bound in depression but yet I arise,
need self expression
and in that is just the beginning
and then, that is something
and then there was no one
yet there I was,
Alive.

(c) Jessie Olson