There is light at the end of the tunnel, they say
Yet the journey far down the road seems unending
Pushing through the murk of darkness
For our last conversation continues to ring in my ears
Words have escaped the tip of my fingers
As I am left with nothing but a pen on a blank page
Slowly I lose what makes me sane
In hopes to behold your sight
To do or not to do
Many an effort we put in making them
At times made for us
By those who think to know best
A wrong turn may land us in a place
We would not wish on our worst enemy
Chasing us like demons from the darkest pits
If we are unable to make a U-turn
So, we can start all over again.