This place of darkness and hollow, where I’m trapped since I was born.
Nothing and no one around.
Just empty shadows and fragments of me.
A thousand dreams left undone.
Thoughts about what should I be.
Two different ways to turn it out. Yet I feel like there is now way out.
Every day like the one before.
There goes weeks, months and even more.
But I’m still here, waiting for what?
Am I scared? Can u even be scared of something u crave? Or is it loss you fear, that keeps you away?
The weight of life, the sorrow in each step
Feels like an inevitable loop.
Every day like the one before.
There goes weeks, months and even more.
When will this end? When will I break free?
I’m exhausted, yet I can’t let it be.
This endless battle with myself starting to feel too heavy to carry on.
Tired and lost, but giving up’s not the way,
I’ll keep going, no matter the price I pay.
Fragments of me scattered in the dark.
Who will gather them and mend each broken part?
Will I find the strength to heal what’s torn?
Or remain in pieces holding on too long?
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A poem of anguish, but one that many can identify with. Be at an existential crisis, a life loss, or the overwhelming pressure of life itself. Many of us have filled a portion, if not all of this. I love the way that you repeated some lines of stances That indicate the spiral thinking that goes on during such times. Very well written, and with a sense of hope for continuance and further striving.
I really appreciate your words, thank you 🫶🏾
Nicely written poem dealing with issues that resonate with most of us, Thank you
Appreciate 🫶🏾
You are very welcome
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