In the vast darkness, I wished there was a glim of light to guide me through. If the source of light were to be some candles, the malicious devils must have happily blown them out for me.
On the shaky grounds, I hoped there was a helping hand or a handle bar for me to hold on and balance myself. I reached out, further out and I found neither a helping hand nor a handle bar.
Out of desperation, I screamed my lungs out for help. I waited patiently for a savior, but in the end, none came to rescue me. It was as though the whole world were dumb or have turned their ears away from me.
I'm stuck and lost.