The Dark Path Poem by Avery Eglantine

On a dark room, I was lying - Eyes on the ceiling
staring to nothing - 'till I heard my heart beating

double, triple? much faster than the clock's tick-tock
then I thought to myself - Am I really living?
I played the game - paper, scissors & rock - all my life
but I ain't winning - I Keep on losing.

Morning to evening to dawn and again morning
at times I'm not even breathing.
Chains and shackles of marble and steel
is tied to me from head to heel
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Then I sought myself on a narrow path
running into a blinding light
I was looking aloft my vision
I can barely take a step - I'm lost.

A great flip on my direction
the path I shalt walk- I cannot see
I was conscious- aye! to all these
yet mine limbs are unstoppably moving
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All these scavenging creatures
are clinging unto my flesh - I cannot resist
to feel them plunging their fangs deep
caused mine sufferance - 'till I was numb and dead

are they freeing me from the traps?
or killing me slowly?
am I reaching the light?
or am I dying here lonely?
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A soft lady-voice hath cleared mine way
light striked through the path - to me
I opened my eyes and realized I was 'DREAMING? '.
a day was yet to start, there's none - to my flesh was clinging

am I really freeing myself to reality?
or making my ways to insanity?
there at least, I did not die
but I was still lonely, am I?