Literature
A Prisoner of Obsessions
In the dim-lit cell of my own design, A prisoner of obsessions, I confine, Bound by chains of relentless thought, In the labyrinth of my mind, I'm caught. Obsessions, like shadows, dance and sway, Haunting my every night and day, They whisper secrets, they never cease, Their grip on my soul, a relentless crease. I chase perfection with fevered breath, In a quest for flawlessness, I court death, Each imperfection a dagger's sting, In this relentless pursuit, what solace can I bring? Trapped in the echo chamber of my mind, Where obsessions weave a tangled bind, I am both captor and the captured one, In this endless cycle, where can I run? The world outside fades into blur, As obsessions consume, relentless and sure, I long for freedom, a release from this plight, To break these chains and embrace the light. Yet, even in darkness, a glimmer remains, A flicker of hope amidst despair's chains, For within the depths of this inner cell, Lies the power to break free