Deadend

There comes a moment 

When you reach the dead-end

The end which seems ultimate

where no hope seems to form

Your mind is filled with anxiety

Which seems to not function

In its best form 

And hence it's crippled

When the mind's crippled 

From where will the strength come?

No matter how worse 

The situation becomes

There's always a way to

Come out of it like a 

Saviour for our own.