Into The Abyss We Go!

I trudge through this barren wasteland, shadows surround me, fears abound. Some say what lies ahead is tough and difficult and would rather run away. But i say, nobody said it was going to be easy. And So, i continue my walk in this abyss, the abyss of forgotten dreams.

Chains bound to my limbs, it seems that i am dragging a mountain along. For so long now i have walked and survived, slowly but surely. The silence is deafening. Its purpose, to make one mad or go crazy. Its killing me. Creatures lurk in the shadows, hungry eyes fixated but still shifting on the living. They will not hesitate to pounce on you and devour your mind and soul. So long as i am focused, they can never touch me.

These creatures, they come in different shapes and sizes, some more menacing than others. Some just stop and stare at you. Some just ridicule you with manic laughter. And some try to knock you down and back. But everytime, i manage to rise again.

Nothiing can measure the hate i have for these creatures, for they destroy everything and anything around them, like a living blaze. My blood boils whenever i see or hear them. Clenched fists and a deadly stare is all i have for them as these chains prevent me from doing better. They take away all that is good, love, hope and the future. I hate them so, and wish them all dead. But a taboo exists, a reason for me to remain calm whenever they are near. I endure the pain and suffering and take it all in. For i know when the time is ripe and these chains come undone, they will die miserably. But it is said that by hurting one, your time in the abyss extends. That is why i hold back, not now. I pity them so much. Sad creatures who do not even know how pitiful they are. A disgrace to humanity, a bane to the living.

Some of them are powerful enough to make ravines or canyons in their wake, to prevent you from getting out of here. These fools have lost all of their humanity, a thing from their distant past. And now they only seek to destroy others. I pity them. For they have lost their way in all their fervour and madness, to acquire something intangible, with a false belief it was ever there. They don’t frighten me at all. For i know i am better than them and when i reach salvation, I’ll look back  and laugh at them, for they are eternally consumed by the abyss, "The living lost".

But of course along the way, there are miracles; hope. Sometimes i find a tree which fruits replenishes me. A simple sanctuary in all this madness. And sometimes, I am not alone at these refuges and i give a helping hand.

Focus. Many have lost it along the way. The silence have made them go mad and transformed them into the very creatures they try to hide from. I have not lost it. Concentrating on the long road ahead, albeit the weighted chains. And i have to admit, it is beginning to make me weary. Scars and open wounds hold testament. But I strive on.

I look behind me, I see bodies on the ground, sorry souls who could not take the pressure and have succumbed to the abyss. Weaklings. I pity them.

I look beside me, similar figures marching on, just like me. I smile, there is hope.

I look above me, vultures circle, waiting for me to fall and fade to black. But, i will never fall.

For more than 365 risings of the sun, i have marched. And every step along the way, the abyss leeches onto the mind, draining it. attempting to devour it. But i am fighting, keeping my mind strong and alive. For it is my sharpest blade, and i shall never let it dull. What doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.

I look ahead, and there it is again! That shimmering light. The only light which sparkles and spears through the darkness. Whispers in the wind say salvation comes when you reach that light. And once again, I feel my strength returning and with every huff and puff, I drag these chains even harder. Sometimes i lose my way but this light always brings me back on track.
 
The blisters on my feet hurt. The ache from my neck hurts. The soreness from my spine hurts. These blood-shot eyes still wide open.

So long have i not breathed a breath of fresh air. So long have I not heard freedom. So long have I not seen her face. So long.

And then i stop. To catch my breath, chains dangling and clankling as I sit down. I close my eyes. I see paradise. The soothing breeze. The gentle sunlight. Her soothing touch. But no. Its just a trick of the abyss trying to devour me again. With a sigh and clenched fists, I open my eyes and see that glimmer again.

Battered and bruised, aching and sore, a steel within.

Broken bones, Tired eyes and Weary mind,

I march on.

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Well, hello there, been what, about 7 months since i last wrote here, seems there are people who still frequent here, thanks for the support guys! The above story, if you have not already figured out, is a metaphoric interpretation of something i am going through now. IF YOU CAN GUESS IT, TELL ME !!! KUDOS TO YOU hahaha. I apologise for any grammatical or spelling errors, because what i am going through now is literally making me dumber by the day. Well, I’ll keep it posted and thanks once again.

Cheers
-Juls