Within the depths of my tormented essence,
Dwells a swarm, of a thousand wasps, relentless,
Their buzzing, a cacophony of woe,
Echoing through the chambers, to and fro.
Each wingbeat, each sting, a piercing pain,
A constant reminder, an unyielding chain,
Boundless agony coursing through my veins,
A symphony of suffering, no respite gains.
Yearning for freedom, these harbingers of plight,
Trapped within, desperate for flight,
But ensnared they remain, in despair’s hold,
Their longing for release, untold.
Beside them, a legion of ants, a relentless march,
Through the corridors of my mind, their search,
For liberation, their hunger profound,
Leaving imprints upon sanity’s ground.
Seeking escape from this mental prison,
Their crawl, a testament to their vision,
Burrowing deep, consuming all in sight,
Leaving desolation, darkness, night.
Together they form a symphony, a chorus dire,
Of anguish, reverberating, a relentless fire,
And as they assail my fragile psyche’s door,
I pray for oblivion, for torment no more.
