fluctuating,
i feel stuck.
thou — lack i shall not, my stagnancy stems from my inability to obtain.
stability of mind seems unattainable, one out of reach, as the daily cycle repeats daily, one that forces me into a state of the insane.
daily, i struggle. the question ponders —forgiveness, or, resentment?
if thou forgives, thou shall not resent; yet, if thou resents, thou shall remain a prisoner to the stagnant state of sin.
an internal struggle, losing myself in the crazed labyrinth of my own mind, my thoughts are overtaken, overcomed — entangled, as i catch myself stuck in a web — my ownst creation, i struggle — struggling to break free.. a prisoner to my own mind, a slave to invisible chains,
i fall, victim to my own damned mentality.
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𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥.
Poetrywell, if anyone ever sees this,, this is collection, a fusion of short poems, thoughts, songs, and narratives-all penned by me. inspired by life's tumultuous moments that stirred profound emotions, these words breathe life into the raw essence of m...
