Prevailing darkness.
Dead end ahead.
Even the path led
To the end has disappeared.
No place to move.
Squeezed eyes to see something,
Something, anything
However puny or insignificant
But that place seems vacant.
Stretched limbs to hold something,
Something, anything
That could keep me company
Make me feel rooted
No matter if it's bitter or sweet as honey.
There isn't anything,
Nothing at all.
The place seems getting small.
No air to breath.
Nowhere to go.
Head's turning light.
I find myself sighing.
Tongue is coming out.
Something clutches my throat.
So I cannot shout.
Saliva rolling down my mouth.
Nothing, nothing then I feel
Then I reach a point beyond
That requires to be healed.
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