I walked alone in darkness, along a dark pathway.
I walked along in silence, had nothing left to say.
Ahead I saw a figure – could not make out its form
Its state in total agony – a hopeless soul, forlorn.
Sitting there on the edge of despair
I wanted to help, to show that I cared
I heard strange noise escaping, deep from its inner self
like the sounds of souls who lament within the depths of Hell
Each cry came out more feeble, more desperate than the last;
And still each cry, unanswered, went off into the past.
I reached out my hand, my friendship to bestow;
And as I reached I realized what I had not yet known.
This poor soul who was sitting and crying all alone
Turned out to be the same soul – none other than my own.