Lost

Intrigued by the twisted games that my mind plays with me;
As if psyched by a wicked conspiracy against me,
I stumble across in the dark, trying to find my way out;
I try to cut myself loose of the chains that enslave me…

Contrary to faith that I was capable of liberating myself,
I now feel threatened, that I am on the verge of giving up;
Will there be signs to show me the way to my destiny?
Or will I be stupid enough to desist in the half way?

Each day seems like a struggle for me that I feel lost;
Confused and startled, I retreat to a world of myself!
Waiting for the storm to come and perish me,
For I have reached a point of no return and I have nowhere to go…

Still I yield to the idea that I may get rescued;
And I may find a life with all the answers I seek…
Countless cries of pain and plea of help go in vain,
Will I ever attain salvation and end all these once and for all…