Here I am in a secluded space,
Having no idea on how to get out of this place.
Laying just like a piece,
in so much peace without any risk.
Trapped in this four-cornered case,
I'm set as if in place.
In time I thought that this is a test,
Where the strong lives and the weak rests.
Contented am I as I may see,
But deep inside dwells a cavity.
A hole that lies long before,
Which I did not care until it sore.
There's no problem, treatment, or cure,
For this illness that I bare.
That's why this space is such a relief,
For a soul that is lost in grief.
I grief but I don't cry,
Nor even take a chance to mourn.
So why do I have to say goodbye,
If i would also die.
So live life and move on,
And know what;s going on.
Continue the walk through that loop,
Find that little hope and use it as a rope.
So climb as high as you can,
Because waiting for you is band.
Reaching out there humble hands,
For you if you ever need one.
