it's dark and i'm trapped
in this mysterious room
i spot small, square-shaped window
where tempting sunlight peeks through
i walk for a moment, then i start to run
i run for the light i seek
anything to help me
escape this dark abyss
i'm running fast (or so i feel like i am)
but the window of brightness is fading away
i sprint for it, my breath running short
i'm not one to exercise, if i may say
i'm tired, exhausted, i'm every word of fatigue
and the light begins to dim
much like the surface
of a pool to which i can't swim
my legs have gone heavy
my lungs are giving up
the light has fully left me alone
but somehow, i can't seem to stop
i'm running, i'm running
i'm positive i'm running on the spot
i still want to reach the window
i'm simply drowning in my distraught
now here i am, sitting on the ground
i have lost all hope
not even a mere sliver or inkling of faith i have found
i'm waiting for a miracle
but what can i do?
i'm a solitary soldier
standing on my own
with darkness; i've no saviour
the darkness engulfs me
slowly but surely
swallowing me up with no hesitation
i've no idea what's in store for me.