I’m alone in the dark with nowhere to go.
I aimlessly run forward further into the darkness.
I long to find an ending.
I hope it’s of comfort and warmth, but I fear it will be an unfamiliar place.
A place of nightmares.
A place of suffering.
A place of terror.
A place of horror.
How could one survive such a place?
I pray for an answer, but I get no response.
God’s silence is deafening.
I’m running but to no purpose.
There’s nothing waiting for me but total darkness.
Yet, I still run, but I don’t know why.
I want to stop, but I can’t.
I’m coughing blood, and I start slowing down.
My body wants me to stop, but I can’t.
My spirit just keeps pushing me.
I start crying because I know what’s going to happen.
I know how my story’s going to end.
It will end with me not making to my destination.
It will end with me not knowing what I was running towards.
I wonder if I was even close.
Or was I too far away from the light at the end of this never-ending tunnel of darkness?
I pray to God again one last time for answer, but I get no response.
There’s only silence in a dark place.