Now at the cornerstone of the endless abyss,
I try to take a step and reach out in the dark—
Lost with no direction, my heart aches;
“Was it forever that dark?”, I question myself,
Memory becomes fantasy and I hardly remember.
Here in the middle of bewilderment, I sigh,
No mirror to face myself and laugh out;
Once there was a Robert Bruce, I tell myself,
But he had the spider to look up to;
No hand around me to relieve the pain!
I stare into the void of nothingness,
Witnessing what feels like excerpts of life,
Waiting for my heart to take a break and let go…..
What do I do to shatter this black spell?
To bring some light and direction back?
But there is still some hope left in me,
Like an imagined beacon from infinity,
That I feel nearing but cannot yet see….
I try to crawl with bruised fingers,
But there seems to be no floor to feel;
Groping the darkness like it was a wall,
I float down to future day by day.
No count of day, no hunger of food,
No humanness left in me in this struggle!