Escape

By Emma, 15, Dartmouth 

A dim light is all that remains,
As darkness floods my vision,
Overpowering my thoughts,
Hope fading into oblivion,

Faint whispers are present,
Echoing throughout my mind,
Meant to be heard by few,
Though many others they find,

Focus is the key to escape,
To continue forward and learn,
Trying to break free with all force,
However, the whispers always return.