Whispers of Silence

The Finale

If I can't flee from here alive,
Maybe this is not the life where I'll
   thrive.
Although my raging heart tells me
   otherwise;
Even if it said, "Until the end—there's
   a chance."

I can feel my knees tremble,
   crumble and fall.
They said time heals; why didn't my
   wounds heal at all?
Fall after fall, scathe after scathe—
I'm scurrying along this endless
   loop in this atrocious forest—now
   I'm out of breath.

I'm numb—why do I feel numb?
I'm no sage; I am dumb.
All was pretense, a mirage in a
   desert expedition—from my
   hopeful thoughts it was birthed.
I thought it was a forest but it was
   the worst: I am journeying amidst
   a desert.

I shall now put an end to this
   bewitchery.
It began with me; it shall end with
   me.
Are you braced to take on another
   peregrination?
A drought-filled traverse, this time—
   no more illusions.