The Light

[mofojungle]

In a dark and empty hole
Without a hint of light
Nothing left to do
But sit and think in plight
Growing tired and weary
Filled with all but hope
Left alone to die and rot
And pointless walls to grope

Starting strong but getting weak
There could not be much left
To grasp a twig or perhaps a root
Or pull up from a cleft
The breaths cut short
The time runs thin
Blood runs thick
It is the end

Without a hint of light
And nothing left to do
I stand up straight and peer straight up
And see a pale white hue
The darkness I shall no more see
Though smaller than a speck
The light glows really bright
Compared to self inflicted wreck

The only answer is to find
From where the white emits
Using only what I have;
My body and my wits
I stretch my arms and feel the dirt
And stiffen all my joints
I peer around and what I see
Are two perfect anchor points

I lift myself and start to climb
Adrenaline pumps my veins
I think of whom I'll tell this story
And remember all their names
Here I am still climbing up
And waiting for the day
I'll feel the light I still can see
And it won’t be this gray