which surrounds me.
I see nothing but black
as I continue to move forward.
I feel hopeless at times
and wonder if I should give up.
But that is not me,
so I trudge forward.
Looking for a sign
any sign of hope.
However, not appears
as I move forward.
Despair is my friend;
it calls on me to give up.
I trudge on
listening to its siren song.
No wax to plug my ears,
my mind numbs.
I trudge forward,
listening to despair call my name.
I ignore my friend,
and I smile at last.
Within my sight is a dawn;
I trudge forward to it and smile.
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