I was shut out like a wall gecko,
“Accept your fate,
Give up your faith.”
Their lips resonated frightening echoes.
Handwriting of becoming weak
Caressed my dark walls as I grew
Afraid of burning out all wicks—
What shall be left for the remaining weeks?
Though, darkness currently prevails;
At the end, light
Shall kiss this dark tunnel, my plight.
For the mean time, the hope of light I inhale.