Conformity
Where amI?
I can't see!
Somebody help me!
I'm fading.
The lights,
They're dimming.
The darkness,
it's coming.
Unsure,
Uncertain,
Afraid.
The darkness,
it's here.
I've lost,
It's over.
I'm conscious,
Yet unconscious.
I'm thinking,
But I'm nothing.
I'm absorbed,
Into the darkness.
Floating with,
Countless other Nothings.
By A. David Worley Sept. 6th 2008
By the way, if you hadn't already guessed from the title, the poem's about conformity.
