He reaches his hands out
Where are the walls?
He wanders about
Rising each time he falls
Fumbling for the door
in the darkness
he thought there was for sure
A way out of this madness
Are there walls at all?
Or is it an endless abyss
where a wrong fall
leads you to emptiness?
Heaven offers no hope
of a burning light
Hell bothers him not
with its bottomless plight
Sapped of his will, wearied
he fights no more
when ahead a light he thought dead
shines, the darkness opening a door
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