Damn....

In this inky void of anxiety,
one lay to weep,
for the pain will never go away.
Life seemed foreign,
life seemed incomprehensible,
one would just wish,
but its more than just a mere intangible.
The past would come to haunt,
one would recognise fear,
everything becomes a blur,
everythings unclear.
Living with an unknown purpose,
one would merely blend in a sea of selflessness,
but nothing will go away,
being too attached to one's complications,
will become the death of one.
But amidst the chaos,
one seeks solace in a towerig hedge of despair,
until one discovers that letting go
was the condition to be free.