Faith Lost

I have have always had faith that come what may, we would find a solution. But reality is much colder than anything the mind can predict. Sudden instances and random occurrences shatter our percept of life as we know it and throw everything into turmoil. Many seek refuge in the arms of another. But what do you do when you have no one to run to? No one to assist you out of the darkness? Some allow the shadows to consume them. Try as I might I run towards what I believe to be the light of day, but all the lights I spy are nothing more than far off candles glowing through the gloom. When the night ends I may never know, for there is no telling if I'm walking towards the outside world or farther into the twilight realm. Will I too be consumed? I pray not. I beg not. I plead not. Alone I keep walking, determined to reach the next spot of light I see. Are these far off lights, these candles in the dark, leading me towards a devia rating end? I pray not. I beg not. I plead not. All I ask for is a door. Just give me a chance at something else other than this prolonged nightmare.