Of Minotaurs and Doors
Those incoherent whispers
Words from inside or out
They have no logic or reason
They create the maze of doubt.
Echoes from the past
Resonate the labyrinth deep
The words create confusion
Further in they seep
Disillusionment the nemesis
Disorientation the new foe
Trapped inside yourself once more
Where do you intend to go
Every turn leads you backwards
A path you don’t want to walk
Always heading downwards
And the voices, they still talk
Losing yourself deeper still
In the centre, no Minotaur
Truly enclosed by your own creation
Hide in your cell and locked door.
This is an attempt to recall some of the personal struggles I once dealt with. A time when my mental health wasn't at its best.
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