TW: Depression and despair, Self-doubt and anxiety, Mental health struggles, Existential angst. Hopelessness.
(As we approach the 30th poem, dear reader, you might ponder my hypocrisy. I urge and guide, yet unveil my own shadows, letting the darkness of my mind spill forth. But allow me this hypocrisy once more: You are sufficient, my dearest reader, defying all voices, even your own mind. Your best exceeds adequacy, persevere, for brighter days await, steadfast and true.)
In the suffocating grip of my deepest fears,
Where shadows loom and whispers sneer,
I tremble with the weight of my inadequacy,
Drowning in the sea of my own fallacy.
No matter how fiercely I strive and strain,
I'm shackled by doubt's relentless chain,
Each effort futile, each hope in vain,
Caught in a cycle of endless pain.
In the silence of my shattered dreams,
Echoes haunt me with piercing screams,
I try my hardest, yet it's never enough,
Crushed by the weight of this relentless bluff.
No light in sight, no guiding star,
Just darkness closing in, near and far,
A futile struggle against the tide,
Where hope and despair collide.
The more I reach, the further I fall,
A prisoner to doubt's relentless call,
I can't escape this endless maze,
Where hope dissolves in a hopeless haze.
Every step forward leads to despair,
Every dream shattered beyond repair,
In the shadowed depths of my own mind,
I'm lost, alone, and left behind.
No solace in the depths of night,
Just relentless echoes of my plight,
I'm terrified, for even if I try my best,
I'll never rise above this crushing test.
So I surrender to this endless plight,
Embracing darkness, losing the fight,
No redemption in this endless chase,
Just a void where hope leaves no trace.
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Echoes of the Unspoken
PoetryHere lies a collection of poems, scattered like leaves, shared in the hope that someone might find solace and know they are not alone in their turmoil. Beware, for these poems are not for the faint of heart; they arise from the darkest recesses of m...
