Trapped in a never ending cycle
Written on my planner, determined
By my own manacles.
There isn't much I could do,
No force being able to slice through
Chains of doubt and despair.
Repetition. Colours desaturate
As I walk through paths weary
Of thousands of imprints.
And for a split second I see
A sight for darkened eyes,
Raw as Dawn's sunlight.
But that's all it was.
Just a split second that left me stunned
In the ashes of my casted forge.
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"Change begets change as much as repetition reinforces repetition"
- Bill Drayton
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Silence in the Walls
PuisiThis is for those who lost or found their voices. This is for those who could and could not breathe. This is for anyone who is stuck or escaped the dismal abyss of all-consuming emptiness. This is a reminder; a representation of the hardships we co...
