Whispers of Silence

Halfway In-Sane

Now I'm trapped inside this
   labyrinth that I built,
Like a flower deprived of the sun
   and left to wilt.
If this maze was built from my
   mistakes,
Why am I incomprehensibly drawn
   to the wrongs that I make?

I thought there's only yin and yang:
   half and half.
Yet why am I wholly tainted; no
   smooth edges and all rough?
Worst memories still haunt and rob
   me off my sleep at night.
I still sleep with tear-drenched
   pillows—everyday's a hopeless
   fight.

A day or so, maybe t'was a week or
   two—
I thought I was healed, only to be
   slapped by my flaws.
Maybe I am meant to be damned
   for eternity.
I'll never witness myself cleansed,
   from what I see.

Yet if I sleep again tonight,
Would there be a chance for
   darkness to cease and give way to
   light?
I'm slipping off my sanity, you see.