Am I still holding on?
Could someone please take a look and whisper an answer in my ear?
I can't bear to peek, can't seem to muster the willpower to crack an eye.
Am I still holding on?
I would be forever grateful if you would take a gander and let me know if I'm still sane, if it's going to be ok.
Just a whisper.
A hint.
Anything.
Still nothing.
(sigh) And still nothing.
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Shane A. Blake was born in Iowa and raised in South Dakota. He is serving life in prison, and dedicating all his time to writing and spiritual studies. This is Mr. Blake's third year participating in the QME Poetry Outreach Project, his poetry also appeared in the 2007 and 2008 QME Open Issues.
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