Torment, there’s no escaping it.
No way out, just darkness, thick.
Try groping my way,
but there’s nothing to hold on to.
Nothing to suggest a path,
Nothing that can help me do.
Lost, screaming for help.
Crying for hope, trying to cope,
but all’s in vain, just can’t find myself.
Hear mumbles here and there.
They sound comforting, they sound promising,
Yet they are but rescue ropes that are worn and threadbare.
They break, not just themselves, but the hope that came from rising.
Is there an escape from this labyrinth?
This universe of nothingness, this quicksand of time and possibilities.
Or am I doomed to rot here, in this dark place? A tomb of everlasting torment.
Oais Halim 14121701
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