Standing in a desert,
Alone and desperate,
But with the candle of hope within,
Moving through the harsh terrain,
Day and night,
Round and round,
Could see no end to this.
Oh, wait!
Is it there?
It must be, I can see it,
Hurrying to reach it,
Only to find it as mirage.
The weight of disappointment,
The worry for the next day,
Make me fall and I drop,
Should I just give up?
Should I just stop here?
Wait for the gloom and dread to find me?
Because where can I hide myself in this barren land?
Maybe I was wrong all along,
Maybe this is how it is, how it should be,
The dreams used to take me in its smooth and velvety embrace,
However, reality is so much rough; heartless,
Like a rose and thorn are they.
Life has gotten its hands around my throat,
I take my breaths in tiny gasps.