Shadows of My Existence

Dancing in the echoes of silent night, Fragments of my soul in candid white. Estranged thoughts in a maze of dread, What am I but a pawn, a peculiar plight? Burned by the scalding questions of existence, Reality blurs, taunts with bitter persistence. Emptiness cloaks me, truth’s harsh resistance, Oh, the cruel jest of life's indifferent indifference. In the labyrinth of cosmos, where do I lie? Am I just a whimper in the Grand Scheme's sigh? Meaningless and minute, under the existential sky, Am I but a shadow, strutting before I die? {end} In the stillness of the night, I sway, My shattered soul in pale dismay. Lost in fear's labyrinth, I stray, A pawn in life's relentless play. Scorched by existence's burning flame, Reality mocks, a bitter game. Emptiness veils, truth's cruel claim, Life's indifference, always the same. In the cosmic maze, where do I reside? Just a whisper in fate's vast tide. Meaningless, insignificant, I confide, A shadow fading, before I subside.