I want out of strife,
but it’s so easy to get lost
in the endless labyrinth of life.
Calm is what i want the most…
My head again reminds:
the clock is always ticking.
However no one can see my scars,
reminiscent of insufferable toiling.
I must move forward, though
burnout won’t let me to receive
even one minute of serenity
in this world full of absurdity.
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Author:
lostinescapism (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2025 03:20
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
There is a feeling of being overwhelmed in this poem of modern day stress. Well written
Existential labyrinth ...
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