Tangled Echoes: A Dance of Contradictions
I am tired with the burden
But don't feel the power to leaving it
It ruins my soul
Yet I maintain the poison within me
I am a hypocrite or a scoundrel?
Or a prisoner of my own vices
Perhaps both, or something indefinable.
I grapple with this internal strife,
A weary soul caught in the fire of self loath,
Amidst the ruins of self, I persist,
A complex being, defined by contradictions.
I am jealous
Jealous of everyone's success
But also Ecstatic for their achievements!
Copyright © Saimur Rahman Siam | Year Posted 2023
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