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Something I wrote without thinking

My mind is a endless hollow space.
The void is dark,
Deadly.
At times the rope tied around me loosens,
and
I float.
float.
In the distance,
A large presence stalks towards me.
A blinding flash of lights obscures my vision,
the sun stares directly at me and
Whispers.
Look around you.
Look at what you did.
The forest is empty,
Not even the bunny jumps high enough to escape.
The bright crimson fox,
devours it whole.
The scraggly trees are at the brink of death,
Nearly touching the ground,
They want to leave this earth.
Sink into the ground and cease to exist.
But the tiny force,
So strong,
Pulls them back.
Hope.