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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Trapped in a maze I have walked for ages, A world, devoid of light... I entered this world in fancy, I regret, I do cry for help; Who's there? Only darkness. Ages and ages have passed And yet I walk on to find That light that can light up my soul... Terrible, terrible is this world, Where even shadows lose to despair No life, just walk along the dark path. I want to find the sun But how without a moon? The eclipse here is eternal... Blinded by the eerie dark I am here, frantic to find A way to escape and exit. Is this tunnel infinite in length? Who knows? It seems a million nights Have passed away in eternal silence... I scream and yell and choke my voice No answer, but only an echo, Assuring me, there are more who stand this fate. It'd be better if I was stabbed I'd not mind as much as this At least I would have rested in peace... Desolate and dark, eternal silence Prevails here, gives no peace to my mind My soul cries in vain, there is no light. Fate is like this, trapped in a maze A maze that is dark and has no exit As far as one moves, farther he is from the end... Walk and run, scream for some help No one is there to change your fate, Never will this end, peace won't come. Is this Hell? All vague thoughts come up And cloud up the mind, and one asks What is my sin? Why am I here? And one runs and runs and runs and runs And runs till the end, to see in vain His journey has started...never would this void end.
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