Lost in void of lonesomeness
In the environs of a whirlpool that sucks away happiness
Leaving a sullen heart
Heavy and headed for demise
The mind a labyrinth where optism is forlorned
Battles raving within
A prison in the sense
Hope seemingly gruel to grasp
Will wavering in a snap
Whilst engrossed in scouting for identity
Staring blankly at the skies for divine deliverance
From a deity that dwells beyond glance
There ain’t bailing out of this agonizing trance
Except if you believe that you can, against all odds!
End
Muzamir
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