In the year that's passed, I forged my flight,
A plan to flee the storms in sight,
But now, as classes face me square,
Regret consumes, a heavy air.

I feel the weight of choices made,
A cage of darkness, self-enslaved,
I thought escape would set me free,
Yet deeper still, my grave I see.

Within this darkness, I suffocate,
Fear grips me, I cannot abate,
In desperation, I plead for aid,
Lost in shadows that I've made.