Lost in a wilderness, sharp and deep,
The very trees with uncertainty did creep,
The eerie sky and the haunting breeze,
The roots, jutted out in a terrified freeze,
I groped my way thro’ this forest vast,
My heart was pounding, my breath was fast,
Every meandering path did fare,
Through the Hopeless air, that led nowhere.
I sat down, slow, and tried to think;
Where am I, where did I sink?
Then remembering deeply, I knew the place:
This forgotten land that had never seen grace,
But painfully though, I knew it was mine,
That abysmal, unknown, gaping ravine,
That which vehemently did resist,
My faith, my love, my very reason to exist:
I never knew, it was I playing the fatal drum,
In this part of me, where I was myself unwelcome.
Every heart is thus invisibly shackled down,
From where the essence of existence, will never rebound.