The Prize


I am cool,but not cold.
There is a feeling of anticipation as a lay here,trying to move.
The birds are distant as I hear them talk to each other.
I can almost make out what they say.
Darkness surrounds me in my comfort,but I am not alone.
If I'm good enough,my prize will be here soon.
One,two more inches.Seems like I've been at this for eternity.
My family seems like a distant memory,but I keep the good fight going.
Almost there...I see the light through blind eyes.
I'm finally there in the garden of eternity.
I am but a worm...

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