I sit and wonder, thinking if I'll ever go beyond this tragic state.
Keeping me concealed, strapped, and left to suffocate.
I pry my eyes to see the silver lining of optimism
but every pit I go into is an alluring state of pessimism.
No longer will I return to that place of pain
I won't go in circles, go lying and crying with nothing to gain
Must I reminisce on the past to remember the sorrow?
the deep wounds impaled from the core by a bow and arrow.
Confusion dominates me from deep within, leaving me baffled.
my mind says no yet my instincts says go, am I biased or am I flawed?
What's wrong with me, why do I keep going back to where I began?
That tragic place of misery and suffering of which I am no fan.
Stop this madness, do not dwell and just keep going.
on the other hand, some reflections and realizations seems to be occurring.
I guess only time can tell what all of these mean, did I lose or win?
Until then, I must keep these thoughts concealed within.