Desperate, longing

Beyond the threshold labeled

‘Too Far Gone’

Deep darkness surrounding

Chocking, drowning

Cold fingers grip muddy soil

On the edge of the cliff

Where helpless feet dangle

On the verge of demise

The temptation to let go

Lingering has the body groaning

Heart throbbing

Fire sears each artery

Stretch oh stretch

E’re closer calls death

Letting go frights depths

Even depths to soul

Yet what is this?

Defiant desire

Inspite of dispair

The hopless aquire

Inward fire

Light of thin air

A glimmer

A ray

The light of morning

Star of day

Relentlessly clinging

To hope amongst the lost

Under a shadow

In the shape of a cross

Determination

'There must be more!’

In searh of satisfaction

Beyond distant shore

Belief is what guides

One who lives

The same who dies

In hope

Made strides

Up the cliff it climbs

To die it must first be lived

What is despair but a calyst to destiny

'Defiant hope may be the death’

said he

'But if the last is breathed; so let it be’