Echoes of Doubt

As the days tick by,

doubts about my supposed brilliance,

relentless fatigue has clung to me like a shroud, 

a problem for which I possess no solution.

Cacophonous echoes of battle reverberate,

in this nightmarish realm,

I harbor outright hatred for this individual,

a symbol of terror within my dream.

Cast in the role of a villainess,

severed from the tendrils of connection,

my fingertips create a rhythmic percussion.

Trust is a luxury I can no longer afford,

and my silence then mirrors my silence now,

shattered in my grip,

I soldier on,

the cruel embrace of death itself,

my path forward leads only one way—away.