And the Greatest of These is...
fucked up in muck
stuck deep into
blackhole of the past
pulling in a
tug-of-war of desires.
about to drown in neck-deep
the more i struggle, the more
i seem to sink.
hope is the first to give way
as i stopped shouting for help
because no one is there to listen to pitiful cries
faith unraveled as a single strand
unravels cloth gradually.
love is the last to go
like a flickering candle in the dark.
strangely, just when the candle was blown by the wind
that's when i felt your hand pull me out.