My thoughts are scattered, shards of glass,
Reflecting truths that shift and pass.
I reach for clarity, but it slips away,
A fleeting shadow at the edge of day.
Each moment replayed, dissected, undone,
A battle with battles I've never won.
What did they mean? Was it all in my head?
The questions multiply, and I'm left in dread.
Confusion coils like smoke in my chest,
A haze that denies me the solace of rest.
The lines blur between wrong and right,
Every choice a labyrinth of endless night.
Overthinking takes hold, a ceaseless tide,
Washing reason away, leaving doubts to collide.
Words are twisted, actions dissected,
A mirror of fear where I'm always reflected.
The spiral tightens, my breathing slows,
A suffocating fog only I know.
I search for answers, for meaning, for peace,
But the more I chase, the less it's released.
The weight of it all presses me down,
Invisible chains that force me to drown.
I smile in the daylight, pretend I'm fine,
But inside I crumble, piece by piece, line by line.
What is this life, this unending race,
Where my mind is both prison and escape?
I long for silence, a moment of ease,
But find only chaos, my thoughts a disease.
Yet somewhere inside, a flicker remains,
A whisper of hope amid the chains.
That one day this storm will quiet its cry,
And I'll see the world with unclouded eyes.
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Echoes in the Margins
PoetryA book filled with short poems that I write. These poems are either about my personal experiences or about topics that are on my mind. Sit down, relax, and enjoy!
