Labyrinth

  Children  My children are like my own arms, Parts of my body, fragments of my mind. When something hurts them, It pierces me —from the inside out. I have expectations of myself. I extend them to my children. "Don’t expect," they say— But my mind doesn’t listen. They don’t follow my expectations— Why should they? They are their own people. With their own wants, needs, lives. Their paths don’t mirror mine. Yet every deviation from my hopes Drains me— Like life being pulled out by unseen hands. Arguments cut deeper than words. Disagreements shake my foundation. Sometimes, I just want to run away. Not out of anger—out of exhaustion. I don’t want them clinging to me. I don’t want to cling to them. Let them live. Let me breathe. Let us both be free—separately. But I only find peace When I know they’re doing well. If they’re not… My mind spirals again. Tangled in worry, guilt, helplessness. Children—they’re love and burden. A gift. A trap. I can’t bear to s...

 Life feels like a noose Tightens and tightens Making breathing difficult  Then it eases for a short while Again tightens more than before It's a trap, there's no escape Can't live can't die Just go through the grind With every ounce of what I have It's the toughest journey  Everything seems like a myth An impossible dream There's no love  Even kids seem like they'll strangle me They struggling itself also tightens the noose Around my neck Colleagues, parents, children, relatives Everyone presses one or the other nerve Still continuing with this life Breathing, sleeping, eating Gosh this is insane I'm tired and would want a happy space Forever and never come back  To anyone I know Never want to wake up from death Let the whole world go to hell  Let it rot and burn as I bid good bye Never ever to see anyone again