In the chamber of hopelessness
Could this be a curse or a mere sign?
It’s way too difficult to be myself…when someone expects you
To be in the same shoes as them…to empathize with them
These bitter emotions coursing inside of me
Becomes serpentine…it chokes me to the core…
What it’s like to be in his shoes
Through a jungle of chaos, lament and clues
What it’s like to be trapped
In a drunkard’s mind…
Will it suffocate me or will it be beyond belief?
Will there be hope in mind? – I’ll explore till I find
The answer to my questions
Where’s His mercy road? Am I falling behind?
How can I have the courage to conquer my expeditions?
Will there be compassionate relief in the long run?
I’m wrapped around my sorrow state
Could this be just another trial?
It’s way too complicated how to…
this brewing frustration in my head
disturbs my silent, sublime slumber
These mystifying dreams of mine…
Fill my heart with dread…
It cuts through me like butter
it doesn’t resemble a comforter…
If…I incline to your grief,
I’d be trapped
In the chamber of hopelessness…