It seems like a never ending corridor,
The path is blurred and view is obscure.
I‘m lost in this surreal terrain,
Forever drenched in this bloody rain.
Engulfed by this war and strife,
Still in the quest for something good in life,
I try to look in the mirror amidst this impasse,
But all I see is broken shards of glass.
Will this endless night ever wake up to a new sunrise?
Will there ever be a shine in these dull eyes?
Is the future even worth looking living for?
Is there to this pandemonium any lasting cure?
Riddled with questions is my mind,
About our existence and doubts of all kind,
The answers to which remain hidden throughout,
Whether you scream or cry or shriek or shout.
Will this furore someday stop?
Will someday my tears reduce to just a drop?
Someday, perhaps, I’ll carry a smile,
Till then I’m just, in this sea of chaos, of hope, an isle.
-Arch
13/6/2011
