Guiding Lights
It was all a lie.
I was convinced these lights would surely guide me home.
I set the stakes high.
I put my whole life on the line.
I followed the light but ended up in an even darker labyrinth.
It was never this way in my imaginations.
I cried for help.
There’s no one here to save me.
There was never anyone to save me.
I’m alone.
Yet again, in the cold.
I have always been alone.
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It was my last chance to make it out of here.
It was my final try to get out there.
Who’s going to save me?
My will is broken.
I cannot be saved.
Maybe I was never meant to make it out.
Maybe I was never meant to feel warm.
Maybe all there is to me is the cold and emptiness existing in this void.
Maybe I’m meant to exist only in this darkness.
Maybe my home is in this darkness.
The light is within you.
Warm, radiant and beautiful.
It will guide you home.
