The Final Problem

Darkness, coiled and waiting to spring,

Held deep inside my heart.

Words scream to gush forth in fiery tones,

But no sound they will be hearing.

Alone I cry, alone in pain, alone despair,

My pretense serves only cruel purpose,

How much further can I fall? And yet,

There is no chance to regain.

I find myself in his cursed lieu,

Harder and harder to stay alive,

Now that all my hopes are shattered,

Dreams that shan’t ever be true.

I beg to stop but time is bitter cruel,

Dragged am I across ravaged fields,

By a sharpened hook along a jagged line,

A trail of blood from that dark red pool.

Forgive me, my friend for what I have done,

But understand and know me by this,

Survived I may and stayed alive,

But in no small way have I won.