Thrown into a space,
dark, frivolous, and suffocating,
sealed, with air
stale and unrenewable.
With every second that passes,
the feeling of exhaustion
pulses and oppresses,
with contractions of despair.
I despair. In a burst of energy,
I hurl myself against some exit,
invisible, intangible.
Waves and sharp surges
of despair overwhelm me,
flooding my soul—
restless and energetic,
tired and drained.
I seek, restless, to find
some way out of this place.
But stone walls
only echo my scream.
The futility of my attempts
corrodes my hope,
but a tiny crevice
opens in one of the walls,
pierced by the light.
It rekindles what remains,
killing despair -
partially.
