In laughter's fleeting dance, a wry smile,
Where anger lurks beneath the surface vile,
We observe others, both near and on the phone,
Navigating life's labyrinth, where fears are sown.

We witness their joy, their tangled embrace,
While I, marred by shadows, occupy a darker space.
The irony is this: I stand apart,
From the tapestry of existence, I depart.

Contemplating the unfathomable abyss,
I ponder existence's worth with each whispered hiss,
Is it the pursuit of life's elusive song,
Or the eternal sleep to...