The Closet

                                                                           
    I sit in the bottom of a huge walk in closet. The door slammed shut. No light except a little coming through the cracks of the door. Its completely dark, the kind of darkness where you can’t see your hand in front of your face. Scary darkness! My eyes keep trying to adjust to the darkness, but it’s to dark, I can’t see anything. I here voices of family and friends calling out to me. They just can’t find me. I don’t know where I am anymore myself. I scream out to them, but they just can’t here me. The little bit of light coming from the cracks in the door has faded to darkness. I can’t find the door anymore! I crawl on my hand and knees feeling for the door. I come to the edge where the floor meets the wall. I go to pound on the wall, so my family and friends might hear me and save me from the darkness, which is the closet of my soul. As I go to hit the wall it isn’t there. I fall forward into the darkness. I fall forward into the darkness. I fall deeper into the darkness, with no end or bottom insight.  I continue to falling deeper in that dark closet that is my soul.                                                                                               
                                                          By:  Estle