As if the world was closing on me,
I could the pain,
The intense of the dark making me sick,
As i fought hard looking at what was ahead.
I was alone,
Shivering as the rain beats me hard,
All i could do was just to lie on the road,
Hoping i would see a light,
That would change my path.
Times flies slowly,
As the night seems like years,
Never to end for a moment.
I was getting tired and weak,
But deep darkness.
I tried calling onto the flowers,
Perhaps they could direct me,
But instead they stood quietly in the rain.
Waving and shaking their hands,
As if they were saying a goobye.
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