If you notice me offline its probably because im either working, at school, or just staring at the ceiling or reading
In the quiet corners where shadows blend
I wander through a labyrinth, no guide to lend
Thoughts swirl like autumn leaves in a gust
Each one a whisper, fragile, yet robust
A corridor stretches, lined with echoes past
Memories flicker, fleeting but steadfast
I chase the wisps of laughter, sharp and bright
But they dissolve in darkness, swallowed by night
Once a garden, vibrant, alive with bloom
Now tangled thorns encroach, a suffocating gloom
Petals of hopes lie scattered on the floor
A symphony silenced, once loud, now no more
I search for a compass, a star in the haze
But all I find are mirrors, reflecting my maze
Faces stare back, but their eyes are unknown
The pages of the story no longer my own
The ticking of clocks morphs into a hum
A reminder that time marches, relentless, it comes
Yet I’m a still-life, a painting in flux
Caught in the canvas, with colors mixed up
Thoughts spiral higher, then tumble and fall
A tightrope of sanity, a waltz with the pall
“Stay grounded,” they whisper, in tones soft as silk
Yet gravity falters, in this ocean of milk
Every heartbeat echoes, a drum in my chest
“Are you lost?” they ask, “Why don’t you just rest?”
“How can I rest when the world’s out of sight?”
When mind’s a tempest, a never-seen fight
I find little pathways, some filled with despair
But others are sunny, where joy fills the air
A gleam of connection, a flicker of praise
A moment, a heartbeat, a soft, warm embrace
Poems spin like spider webs, threadbare yet fine
Every word a reflection, a landscape divine
I write down my chaos, my fears on the page
Transforming the turmoil into quiet sage
Then dawn breaks anew, through cracks in the dark
Each ray a reminder, a gentle spark
“This brain’s not a prison,” I start to believe
It’s a canvas unfolding, in colors we weave
So I’ll dwell in this space, with its shadows and glow
Embrace every fragment, the ebb and the flow
For though I am lost, in the tangle I tread
I’m finding my way, through the whispers in my head
Each crooked step forward, each stumble, each fall
Carries the weight of the echoes, their call
I’m a traveler here, in this maze of the mind
A seeker, a dreamer, forever entwined
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Comments4
Beautifully written. Loved reading this!
Thank you bunches!
Beautiful
Thank you, Tony!
You're welcome
this is one of the better poems i have seen in awhile i'm a sucker for a emotional poem with an abundance of rhyme
Thank you bunches!
good job chat !
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