Resuscitation
Resuscitation
In this labyrinth of depression
Having lost all direction
How could you not have resuscitated me?
Burning inside a dungeon of pain
My life has gone utterly insane
With those excruciating memories I had to carry
Though it is hard to glare
I stood up and managed to stare and see
I am walking along a path of tragedy
Placing a stone on my heart
I kept walking further away from my destiny.
Frozen….
Numb…. I felt
With moments full of fear I had dealt
Another wrong step could spell my life’s end.
It is hard to withstand
With so much hard to understand.
Then, I could go on no further
But that would make me the next victim of mockery and laughter
I had to go on, even though the next faltering step could go wrong.
I did go on...
Because, I knew I will always have to mourn about moments when things went wrong
Desperate I laid, with aggression and tears
I was afraid
Doomed along this labyrinthine lane
Just then..
Mesmerized I couldn’t blink, and
Just when I was about to sink
In a pool of despair
You pulled me out
Resuscitating me again.
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