Nothingness and Strife

Standing in the passageway, I restrain myself from moving on; The panting and sweating have opened my eyes, Even before the break of dawn. Slowly the grayness pushes me Into the purple haze; I’ve left the moonlit night behind: Mind’s all confused—in daze. I did come to meet my peace here, And I open a door; Its creaking lurks into my ear— I’m restless to the core. Darkness in front of me, Does shine on in a gleam; Silence doesn’t let me cogitate— Ruthless as it seems. The slow patter of my feet Doubles into four… A struggle within; a struggle without— A struggle to finish a chore: My muffled mouth grunts and croaks, As I try to set free; Then as I’m made to starve for air, There’s Light calling on me. Whilst I’m brought down to the floor, A rope’s tight round my neck; The ground shall embrace my corpse unsure, As I shall lie here decked…