I will loose my heart,

Than have it in a cage;

I will kill myself,

If my life is under siege;

I will loose my strength,

If I see you fall;

All your life in vain,

I promise I’ll stand tall..!

I will give up my nature,

Before you push me to it;

You will realize someday,

All that was not worth it.

But I dream I will fly,

After I clear this mess;

I will feel the freedom,

When life’s no more a race…..

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!