In the labyrinth of mind's own maze,
Where shadows twist and doubts arise,
I stand amidst the foggy haze,
Lost in a sea of swirling lies.
The path is veiled in endless night,
With turns that lead to nowhere clear,
Each step is shrouded in dim light,
And hope seems distant, far, and sheer.
The heart, once strong, now trembles slow,
As confusion weaves its tangled thread,
And in the silence, fears bestow
A weight that makes me wish for bed.
To give up feels like a siren's call,
A tempting ease amidst the strain,
Yet deep within, a whisper falls—
A plea to break away from pain.
Anxiety wraps its arms so tight,
A shadow lurking near my soul,
Its grasp so firm, it dims the light,
And makes the simple seem too tall.
Yet still I stand, though doubts assail,
And wrestle with the storm within,
For in the heart's tumultuous gale,
There lies a strength that can begin.
In giving up, I find despair,
In confusion, chaos breeds its own,
But in the struggle, raw and bare,
I forge a path, however unknown.
So here I am, amidst the fray,
With trembling hands and heart undone,
Seeking light amidst the gray,
And hoping for the rising sun.
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Untold stories, Unsaid feelings
PoetryThe book explores the profound impact of emotions and truths that remain hidden or unexpressed. It depicts a realm where silent connections and subtle gestures convey deep sentiments that words cannot fully capture. The poem reflects on the beauty a...
