Im standing alone, along a pathway
A narrow pathway, as I balance.
left, a ocean full of sharks
right, scorching flames burn.
The pathway, was once wide and spacious.
Right now, torns prick me from beneath.
I can't take a step backwards.
Moving forward is the only choice.
I know. I know.
A huge, and sinister tree awaits me.
As I walk on, I will crash into it someday.
My head will break apart and blood will gush out.
profusely. that is something i never want.
right or left. two invalid options.
moving forward
staying still.
my conclusion.
I will suffer in silence. And desperately waiting and waiting.
Staying still as thorns prick me.
Waiting for help.
Someday, I will untrap myself from this nightmare.