Lack of communication
Is as dreadful as deafness
And blindness;
For you don't know
And so your mind does weird things.
You become suspicious
Because you don't know.
It is like Dante's Hell.

To get out,
One must have the desire;
For the steps are big and treacherous
And desire is needed for strength.
The path is long
And the branches slap your face. Sometimes you fall
And you don't want to get up.
Yet you want to get out
So up you get bruised
And tired
And take more steps.
In your heart, you want
That sun that is miles ahead.