A white screen
With flashing moments of daze
No dead end ahead
But infinite paths ahead that puts one at a deadlock
All hopes used to fuel the search
A life's purpose meant to be sought
Has came to a nought
Lost
Vision has became blind
Sanity has lost itself to turmour
Not yet the bleakest moment
So trudge ahead one goes
But in the fear
One would soon lost
The strength and the hope
To continue on
Hence clinging on
To the moments of support
Lended by fellow travellers
And shall urge oneself on
1 comment:
you can count on me, i may not be strong physically, heck, perhaps mentally i'm a little bit wacko too, but i will stand by you, from a distance, giving you the space you need.
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