08 April 2014

stuck

Looking at the bushes and greenery around,
Wandering aimlessly from one stony path to the other;
Standing in the middle of the forest,
And I’m lost.

I always remembered bringing a compass,
But this time, I forgot.
And here I am, right in the middle of nowhere,
With no one to refer to for directions.
Anxiety creeps in and my mind turns chaotic.

What should I do now?
Sit and wait for assistance? Or seek a path out on my own?

Perhaps the latter would do me more good than harm.
Let’s just give it a try.

Running on the stony path with uneven surface,
Trip and fall for several times.
Nothing concrete is visible in my field of view.
There are so many obstacles, but still I believe it is the right path.

Finally I see a hut.
It is as though seeing a silver lining in a midst of darkness.
I knock on the door but no one answers.
Fine then, maybe I should just take a look inside.
For some clues.

When I search the house thoroughly,
Down there in the passage lays a wooden box.
My instinct tells me not to open it,
But curiosity gets better hold and so I unlock it.
And I feel myself being sucked inside out,
As if my soul is entering an endless black hole,
Leaving my body shell behind.

I hear a ‘click’ and the box is locked.

I’m stuck. In this dark, evil, manipulative box.
And I wonder who has the key to free me.


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