Thoughts of an ordinary person

VII

In the realm where shadows creep,

There lived a man whose psyche weeps.

Once composed, now tempest-tied,

Lost in chaos, his mind implied.

A symphony of fractured thoughts,

Conducting discord, battles fought.

Each note a whisper, distant and unsure,

His sanity, a fragile allure.

Memories, like phantoms, dance and sway,

Unraveling threads that bind each day.

Words on lips, but meaning astray,

His world adrift, colors turn gray.

A labyrinth of twisted mazes,

Winding pathways, endless phases.

Reason's tether begins to fray,

As he searches for a guiding ray.

Thoughts collide, like celestial debris,

Fragments scattered, lost at sea.

Identity drifting, an ebbing tide,

In the depths of his mind, secrets reside.

But, within this tumultuous storm,

A flicker of hope begins to form.

A melody, faint yet strong, breaks free,

Reuniting fragments, a symphony.

With resilience fueled by the darkest nights,

He battles on, embracing his plight.

For in the chaos, a strength unfurled,

A man reborn, his mind reimagined, unswirled.

And so, dear reader, recall this tale,

For within us all, the dark may prevail.

Yet, in the depths, resilience we find,

A testament to the power of the human mind.