A place I've grown to hate

I wade through stagnant waters Unable to change my state. Forwards and backwards both lead to here, A place ive grown to hate. In the labrinth of days that blur to gray I wander, lost, with no clear path to tread. A prisoner of time, each moment frays my spirit Bound my dreams long cold and dead. The sky a barron canvas, bears no light No stars to guide, no moon to mark my way. There is no dawn, only an endless night. A weary heart, no hope of day. The echoes of ambition, once so clear Now fade to whispers, barely heard at all. A symphony of silence, wrapped in fear In shadowed coridoors where teardrops fall. Here i sit in purgatory, Unable to change my fate. Forwards and backwards both lead to here. A place ive grown to hate. My feet are lead, my will a captive soul Trapped in a cycle, cruel and unforgiving. The weight of all my failures takes its toll. A burden vast, a sorrow unrelenting. Like quicksand, the more i fight The faster i keep sinking. Unaware that I am able to escape anytime i wish. Just by changing my way of thinking.