Lost in a labyrinth of my own making,
A tangled mess of thoughts, unshaking,
My mind a tempest, a storm uncontrolled,
A raging fire, burning uncontrolled.

Each step I take feels like a trap,
My own thoughts, a constant sap,
Draining me of hope and light,
A never-ending cycle of blight.

My fears and doubts, they hold me down,
A weight upon my shoulders, a heavy crown,
I try to break free, to find a way,
But my own mind leads me astray.

I am lost in a sea of confusion,
My thoughts a whirlwind, a grand illusion,
I search for a beacon, a guiding star,
To lead me out of this endless scar.

But until then, I'll keep on fighting,
Against the darkness, against the blighting,
I'll find a way, I'll break free,
From the grip of my own misery.



© AlmaDada