Quadriplegic Life
A maze of doubt, a tangled mind, Where every step feels undefined. Each word I speak, a stumbling block, Each deed I do, a heavy lock.
My thoughts, a labyrinth, dark and deep, Where shadows creep and secrets sleep. I search for light, a guiding hand, But lost I am, in no man’s land.
A weight of wrong, it crushes me, A constant fear, I can’t set free. I strive to change, to find my way, But lost I am, come what may.
