Then i found myself in the mansion;
Moving in three steps to a new position;
i could hear the squeaking noise of the door;
closing up at its will;
and making the last bang;
i made haste for a quick one;
then i guessed the door loved the free world even more;
it was my life story in a new page;
and like a pet in an odd cage;
i was trapped in this rare rage;
trapped in the mansion;
expecting more commotion;

I could hear the bruxing of unseen rats;
and could feel the rooms silence at the rats’ absence;
making 5 steps to God Knows where;
and arm hitting on a little glass ware;
prevailing was a new but scary sound;
it was the glass shattering on the bare ground;
i could see,
I could see nothing more than nothing;
Darkness engulfed like times
the bat would make its kill;
i guessed someone forgot to pay a bill;

i helped myself to a rough wall;
pressing my hands and walking by it;
i still made this painful great fall;
the stool in my way had caused the hit;
out of the little pain;
and causing the fall to look in vain;
i stood up to find a way;
looking left i found the unexpected;
a fantasy of it, i would have rejected;
i could see what would be a prayer answered;
it was a bright light from the sides of a room door;
a room that could bring light to the big mansion;
it was light at the end of the tunnel;
it was for real;
it was for me;
the last grip at the end of the Rope;
it was HOPE;


Irrespective of the dark situations, there is hope.

Love God



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