It was in those days when year after year everything turned to mud.
The door op.
Someone was on the other side of that door.
A fear came over me.
Then a light shown under the door.
I was in a dark room, sitting in a wooden chair facing a closed door.
I fell asleep and a vision appeared.
Then one day I called in sick, stayed home, and laid down.
Nothing changed.
Months turned into one long day.
If there is a God, would he help me? Time passed by.
One day in a depressed state of mind, I gave up.
It was in those days when year after year everything turned to mud