Poem #417

I was looking for a place to hide 
and I hid in myself. 

I was horrified to find out 
what a dark, twisted place it is. 

Staircases to nowhere and gutted ideals. 
Shards of glass and fears of addiction. 

“What could’ve been” wailing under the  
pressure of what I turned out to be.  

The sound of regret is piercing.  
Everything echoes in this empty space. 

My body is giving signs of life, 
but I feel my soul has already given up the fight. 

6 thoughts on “Poem #417

  1. Wow this is beautiful!

  2. A stunning poem, each verse piercing.

  3. Powerful and compelling poem.

  4. Beautiful and powerful 😊🙏

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