He staggers into the intense morning sunlight
Hands reach out to touch
Small, careful steps taken
As both far and near are hard to see,
Eyes seem blurred
Just as constant deceit grips the mind
Thoughts are scattered
Confusion races about
While hunger pangs
And thirst burns in the throat,
The mouth screams out finally-
"What is real?"
"What is true?"
At last he stumbles and falls
He crawls and feels his way desperately as groans of others are heard,
So many already given up!
Old thoughts of youthful prayers echo within
To a God who should be
But is not,
As the end has already drawn near
Lies of darkness have swallowed us whole;
Only the gates of Hades now wait!