I'm weary of the world's weight,
Yearning for moments to rewind.
Once, joy danced with my paints,
Covering scars I wish to leave behind.
Yet, my palette's hues have faded,
All I see are shades of blue,
Grey, black, and white pervade.
Still, I can paint a night sky,
Stars weaving tales divine,
But light eludes my grasp,
Blindness creeping, undermining.
In the labyrinth of memories,
Sanity begins to unwind.
Echoes of anguish, crimson wrists,
Chills down the spine, intertwined.
Hearts marred with bitterness,
Smile, but behind lies the grind.
Entwined in threads of deceit,
Gasping for air, struggling to find.
Is there an anchor to cling to?
Hope, purpose, dream, or faith, unconfined?
Is there an escape from this tunnel,
To leave it all behind?
YOU ARE READING
From The Inside
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