Your loss…?
In the stillness of the labyrinth of my mind, I dwell,
Bound by the chains of fate's indecision,
A captive of hesitation's cold grip,
Letting opportunities slip through my fingers.
Like an unsolved puzzle, I stand lost,
Fearful of decisions at any cost,
Paralyzed by the weight of what could be,
Anxious of the invisible doors.
In the labyrinth of possibilities, I reside,
Wandering through vast corridors,
The clock ticks, yet I remain stuck,
In the cycle of doubts, I wander.
Opportunities whisper, timid and fleeting,
Yet I hesitate, unable to attempt,
The paths diverge, yet I can't decide,
As seconds pass, chances fade away.
In the silent moments of the night,
Regret echoes, shadows of power,
The "what-ifs" dance, like ghosts they haunt,
I watch how opportunities fade and mock.
At the crossroads, I stand,
Longing to grasp the demands of the world,
Yet my feet stay firmly rooted,
As the sands of time erase every trace.
Oh, the dreams that could have been,
Had I only dared to begin,
But now they are memories, lost at sea,
Fading away, so far from me.
I yearn to break the chains that bind me,
To venture forth and seek what I find,
Yet fear and doubt dominate me,
As I watch opportunities slip away.
Nevertheless, even in this paralyzing struggle,
I seek the courage to reclaim my life,
To take the leap, to seize the day,
To rise from the predicament of indecision.
For in the heart of every night,
A breath of hope awaits the light,
The moment to break free and rise,
To seize the opportunities that knock on the door.
So, in the face of the art of indecision,
I will gather the fragments of my heart,
And boldly stride into the unknown,
With newfound strength, I will find my own path.
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Written on August 01, 2023
Submitted by E.B.Venom on August 01, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XAXB XXCX DBXE XXDF GEXX XXXX HHCC CXCF XXFA GGXX AXXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,711 |
Words | 359 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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