What Destroys My Life
In shadows deep, where worries thrive,
A haunting dance, what destroys my life.
The echoes of doubt, a relentless tide,
Each whispered fear, a truth to hide.
Procrastination, a silent thief,
Stealing moments, causing grief.
Lack of purpose, a heavy chain,
Binding dreams with endless pain.
Comparison, a venomous seed,
Sowing discontent, a toxic need.
In the garden of self, it takes its toll,
Withering joy, consuming the soul.
Regrets, the ghosts of paths untrod,
A haunting symphony of what could have been, a heavy nod.
Yet in this darkness, a glimmer remains,
Hope’s gentle whispers, breaking chains.
Isolation, a cold and distant friend,
Loneliness echoing, a silent trend.
Broken connections, bridges burned,
Leaving the heart perpetually yearned.
Anxiety weaves its intricate thread,
A spider’s web in the mind, widespread.
Tangled thoughts, a chaotic mess,
A relentless grip, causing distress.
Loss and grief, a mournful song,
Echoes in the silence, linger long.
Embracing sorrow, a heavy shroud,
A pervasive darkness in which I’m cowed.
In the labyrinth of despair, I wander,
Lost in the echoes of mistakes, I ponder.
No redemption, no guiding light,
A perpetual twilight, never-ending night.
Self-doubt whispers, a constant hum,
Undermining confidence, stealing the drum
Of self-worth’s beat, a rhythm broken,
A melody of despair, left unspoken.
In the mirror, a reflection marred,
Scarred by judgments, both near and far.
Fragments of identity, shattered and scattered,
A puzzle of self, tattered and battered.
Time, a relentless, unforgiving force,
Leaving scars, altering the course.
The past, a ghost that forever haunts,
A haunting specter, relentless taunts.
In the symphony of chaos, I find my part,
A melancholy tune, tearing at the heart.
No crescendo, no triumphant end,
Just a lingering echo, a heart that won’t mend.
