No direction, no destination;

My way is barred by countless

Ways of wrongdoing, unable to

pierce the wrongs with what is right.

 I am confused, with no luck of


My heart beats faster as I strain

to think; I close my eyes

But nothing comes to me.

No explanation.

I long for answers, some sign or

signal; what will show me where to


I lie here counting seconds, minutes,

Hours as my thoughts scramble.

Waiting for some way of relieving

Myself of the burden

Which bars my way.


No direction, no destination.

No hope.

The End

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