Heavy head, heavy chest,
A soul burdened with shadows,
An outcast lost in the labyrinth of self-doubt,
Haunted by the weight of unseen wrongs.

In the stillness, confusion wraps around me,
A shroud of unanswered questions,
Why is this heavy mantle mine?
What sins have I unknowingly embraced?

I stand invisible, a mere whisper of my existence,
A failure painted in the bleak colors of my own judgment,
My actions drift like phantoms in the fog,
Leaving me adrift, lost in the chasm of my own making.

I have a mother,
Yet her presence is a distant memory,
Her voice a ghost that no longer guides,
Her absence a void that pulls me deeper into uncertainty.

I navigate this life with eyes wide open,
Yet the path is obscured, shrouded in the haze of doubt,
Wondering if my essence is too fragile to endure,
Or if there’s a dawn that awaits me, unseen.

As the darkness envelopes, I seek a glimmer,
A sign that there’s more beyond this endless night,
Perhaps a new chapter in a story yet to be told,
A promise of redemption or hope beyond despair.