In my dark chamber, restless, I reside,

Self-doubt like a serpent, coils and hisses,

Its venomous thoughts, I cannot escape,

Within my mind, this deadly venom kisses.

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My thoughts are like tainted rivers,

They carry burdens of despair and sorrow,

A poison coursing through my soul,

I fear there’s no escape from this morose tomorrow.

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With quill in hand I pour my soul upon the page,

I lay bare the toxins that within me churn,

I seek to break this mental cage,

Perhaps, some solace I may discern.