Another dead-end
A million thoughts in my head
A thousand wounds I’ll never forget
A life that’s bound to end
Yet suffering has reached its last breath
I need to be strong
I must go forth
Yet I’m pulled back
By a weight I can’t see
It’s right behind me
I’m running and running
But can’t seem to get away
The darkness is surrounding me
And I can’t find my way
The walls are closing in
And it’s getting hard to breathe
I’m getting away
But it keeps following me
Is this all in my head?
A cycle that’s bound to end
I’m running as fast as I can
Hopefully this isn’t a dead- end
@Ana2024 This poem really draws you in with its sense of relentless motion, like you're running but constantly held back. The question "Is this all in my head?" makes you wonder whether it’s all just a fight within– almost like a question Sylvia Plath might pose in her own work. And the ending - "Hopefully this isn’t a dead-end" offers a flicker of hope amidst the darkness. It’s like a quiet act of defiance, holding onto the possibility of escape even when everything feels trapped.
