What is made of
Twisted dreams and unreachable goals?
What drives you to the edge of reality
Where you fear for your soul?

Hindrances strewn in the paths you walk
Placed by one’s own inadequacies and flaws
No matter how much ever you set them right
They haunt you like sheathed claws

Hopelessness is what it is called
A state of perpetual dark and gloom
No ray of light dispels this pall
And you are jailed in this sombre room