Theres no way out.
The exits are barred, the entrances
How did I get here?
Why am I forced to go through with this?
Whats the point?
The darkness is disorientating, I cant tell how big a
space Im in.
The walls feel damp; or is it just cold? Its hard
I crawl. Maybe I could stand up, but then I risk falling, or
hitting my head, crawling is safer, comforting somehow.
The rough surface is painful but I have to keep moving.
else is there to do?
Ive been crawling for a long time now. Sometimes, when I
get tired, I just lie still, sometimes I roll gently until I feel existence
spinning gently in the opposite direction, then I stop
but the spinning
continues, until I cant tell whether Im rolling or not.
How do I know whether Im rolling or not?
Why should I
Im trapped, but I have to keep moving onwards.
In a past time I saw light.
I laughed, played, loved, cried,
ate, drank, was merry, danced, ran, enjoyed, endured, fell, got up again
Ive lost the spark.
But theres one thing that keeps me crawling, however
painful, however tedious it may be:
I know that one day, one night, one time, I will turn a
corner or crest a rise in this dark dark place, and I will see
a point of
Just the tiniest pin-prick.
So feint that the eye cannot hold it
And I will crawl, and roll, and crawl, towards that tiny speck of
hope, until it grows in size.
Until it is bright enough to see my hands in
front of my face.
Until I can feel the warmth of the sun.
I can crawl out of this dark dark place and exist again in a bright world.
Until I live again.