By Sky Reynolds
Staff Writer

It’s interminably dark, damp, a dungeon,

Suffocating, layers of boredom,

Scattered papers, paper upon papers,

A distant cry, oxygen is somewhere.

Looking for me, festering idiocy,

No one in sight, never-ending night,

My wide eyes, widening shut, I stare

Flickered sunlight, light beyond lights

Revitalizing, dances of stardom

It’s freshly bright, brilliant, a beginning.