Can not see,

A dark, wooden path is ahead of me.

Frozen by the fear of what lies ahead,

my body seems, lifeless to me.

My past has taught me, to be precise,

trust not feelings; but look inside.

But today,

This tiny beep of hope is unheard.

My nerves revolt, and instincts blurred,

aimless, hopeless I stand Stupefied.