Whispers of The Soul: Poems and Musings

Angst

In the stillness of the night, I find myself alone,

Staring at the ceiling, tears tracing silent paths.

The weight of an unspoken sorrow bears down,

A pressure in my chest, a burning in my throat.

I long to release this anguish, to scream into the void,

But my voice is held captive, swallowed by the dark.

Silence envelops me, a shroud of solitude,

As thoughts unfurl like ghosts, haunting each thought.

In the shadows of my mind, I confront the relentless questions,

What am I doing with my life, this path so obscure?

Why does this suffering persist, this turmoil within,

When the world outside expects happiness to endure?

My past mistakes parade before me, unbidden,

Each one a specter, a reminder of choices made.

Shame washes over me like a relentless tide,

And I yearn for the innocence of childhood's serenade.

Oh, to turn back time, to be that carefree child again,

With worries no greater than a fleeting school crush.

But life's journey leads us down unforeseen roads,

And I wonder if my choices have led to my own hush.

The decisions made, a web of uncertainty and doubt,

Each one a thread woven into this complex tapestry.

I question how any of them have yet to deliver

The final blow, the reckoning of my destiny.

In the stillness of the night, I confront my demons,

Lost in the labyrinth of my own introspection.

Yet, as I navigate this darkened maze of the mind,

I find a glimmer of hope, a flicker of introspection.

For it is in the depths of our inner turmoil,

That we may discover the strength to endure.

To rise above the weight of our past transgressions,

And find, within ourselves, a path that's ever pure.

I search for meaning in the chaos of my thoughts,

For a way to heal the wounds of my own making.

The night may be long, and the journey arduous,

But I am determined to find the dawn in my waking.

In the midst of this silent struggle, I am not alone,

For countless souls have faced their own abyss.

And as I wrestle with my fears and regrets,

I inch closer to the moment of my own rediscovery.

So, I continue to stare at the ceiling of my room at night,

Tears still falling, but with a glimmer of resolve.

Though the path may be uncertain and fraught with pain,

I am determined to find the answers, to evolve.

T.