Self-imprisoned

In this abyss, where senses fade, A labyrinth of fears, eyes stick to spade A choice self-made, a soul betrayed, In pale moonlight, a tearful price is paid Man without a shrine, longing for time, A barren altar, with no falter, heart in chains, Death’s embrace, leaves no trace, Echoes remain, whispering in pain. Silence. No more pain. In bleakest dreams, her face indiscernibly appears, A vision born of unshed tears, I reach for her, but grasp cold air, A love denied, beyond compare. On this labyrinth of thought, I roam, A mindscape built in my own dome, Each twist and turn, a memory’s sting, Forever lost, with no returning. Walls closing in, a suffocating hold, Lost in echoes, stories untold, A prisoner of my own design, In this solitude, I resign in forever decline. Yet surrounded by walls, a thought appalls, A spark of hope amidst the pain, To break my bound chain, to find the door, And leave this darkness evermore. Shadows lingers in these walls, Stick to spade it seems, I gather faith from vivid dreams, Every second, a chance to rise, Painting new colors of these skies. And so I stand, under the moonlight, Embracing shadows, seeking light, In very dawn, a chance to mend, A journey forward, without end Though scars remain, to testament of faith, To battles fought with strength, I find solace in this quiet space, Of a soul awakened, it its place