Lost in perpetual distraction,
Hopelessness consumes my soul.
I utter words of weariness,
Longing for an end to it all.
But I remain stagnant,
No action to break the chains.
A tortured existence,
Yet I seek no reprieve, no gains.
Pathetic, they say,
And perhaps they are right.
For I wallow in despair,
With no will to fight.
I yearn for escape,
Yet make no move to be free.
A pitiful existence,
This is my reality.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
