I am a ghost in my own skin,
drifting through the fog of yesterday,
where laughter is a distant echo,
and shadows stretch like long-forgotten dreams.
The mirror reflects a stranger,
eyes hollow like the deep woods at twilight,
where whispers of the wind carry secrets,
and branches claw at the sky, desperate for light.
I sit alone on the edge of the world,
the ground beneath me choked with weeds,
each one a tether to the chaos,
roots entangling my heart, squeezing the breath from my chest.
Friends fade like autumn leaves,
their colors vibrant once, now crumbled dust,
and family becomes a fading photograph,
smiles locked in frames, while I stand outside,
a spectator in the gallery of my own life.
Every “why” becomes a stone,
its heavy and relentless,
they dissect my worth,
like a moth under glass,
wings beating against the confines of expectation.
The weight of indifference blankets me,
as the sun sets behind the horizon,
I am that the darkness swallows the light,
each moment stretching into eternity,
until all that remains is silence
the kind that seeps into your bones,
making a home in the hollow spaces in the floorboards.
I lost myself in the labyrinth of others,
I am a puzzle with missing pieces,
and now, I wander through the wreckage,
I am a ship without a sail,
adrift in the storm of my own making,
waiting for the dawn that may never come.
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Hey hope you're doing okay,
This is iconic. Losing yourself is probably one of the worsts things that can ever happen to a person. Every word. Every line. Everything that you wrote in this poem is deep. The best thing we can do to stay true to ourself is always remember the things that formed the good part of us. Anyways I am rambling again...This is normal for me.
Great poem. Fantastic work. Don't ever stop writing and stay strong!
-BornToBeGreat
Hey
This poem is beautiful!!
I really loved this line:
When it gets to the point where you just don't care
About anything
It feels really relatable, like those times when you feel like you've hit rock-bottom and you're too tired to get up and move on.
I think "worst" works better in this line than "worse":
Losing yourself
is the worse thing that can happen
I also loved how you ended, it was so simple yet so deeply profound in meaning:
I lost Myself
I love how you convey so much emotion without using a lot of jargon.
Keep writing.
Hello!!! I am glad that you posted again and u are writing! Please continue it. You are an awesome writer!
I am awestruck by your poem. To tell the truth, each word and each line of your poem has its origin inside your heart and you pour your emotions in your poem. I genuinely respect that!
I don't have much changes to suggest.
Here you can replace worse with worst. It seems grammatically correct and also adds a good meaning to that line.
Before these lines, maybe you could add a line such as later or something of that sort. If you re-read that stanza, those lines such as not friends...sounds as you don't care about them and not caring about yourself is the worst thing that can happen. The line which follows ‘not even yourself’- it seems like you earlier had also not cared about yourself but that's not the fact.
This is all. Thanks for giving me the chance to review. I wish you all the healing you might ever need. Stay safe.
~Forever