"WHAT HAPPEND TO ME" DID I SOMETHING WRONG?

" story from my min"

In the shadows of my mind, a question lingers,
A haunting whisper that leaves my soul to wither.
What happened to me, in this labyrinth of time?
Did I, unknowingly, commit some unseen crime?

I traverse the corridors of memory,
Seeking answers in the whispers of history.
Did I tread on fragile dreams with callous feet,
Or sow the seeds of discord in hearts discrete?

The echoes of my past reverberate,
A symphony of choices, both love and hate.
Did I weave a tapestry of regret,
Or dance on the edge of fate, a minuet?

In the mirror of introspection, I gaze,
Searching for reflections of my bygone days.
Did I wear a mask of deception, veiled,
Or tread the path of truth, integrity unveiled?

The chapters of my life unfold like a tale,
A narrative where emotions set sail.
Did I write the verses with a pen sincere,
Or let ink of betrayal smear and sear?

As the moon weaves silver threads in the night,
I ponder if I extinguished someone's light.
Did I cast shadows where sunlight should be,
Or nurture gardens of empathy?

The canvas of my existence painted with hues,
Did I use a palette of kindness, or bruise?
What happened to me, I question once more,
Did I navigate life's sea or wash ashore?

In the symphony of silence, I find reprieve,
A chance to unravel the web I weave.
Did I, in moments of despair, stand strong,
Or let my convictions falter, go wrong?

Oh, the intricacies of this human song,
A melody where I wonder if I belong.
Did I sing with grace or discordance,
In the grandeur of life's cosmic dance?

In the ledger of deeds, my actions inscribed,
A tale of moments where I lived and survived.
Did I, in pursuit of dreams, lose my way,
Or emerge stronger with the light of day?

So I stand on the precipice of time,
A pilgrim seeking redemption, sublime.
What happened to me, I question my fate,
Did I stumble, did I soar, did I create?

In the canvas of existence, strokes and lines,
I seek the truth that within me twines.
Did I, in the mosaic of life, belong,
Or did I lose myself, singing the wrong song?

Through the valleys of remorse and grace,
I navigate the echoes of time and space.
Did I, in the tapestry of destiny,
Weave a narrative of love or treachery?

As I pen the verses of my soul's song,
I find solace in the knowledge, I belong.
In the symphony of life, a nuanced theme,
I realize I am both the question and the dream.

Reviews

[James Cooper T.]

This is quite troubling. Sometimes I question if our love is true and not blind. It is just too good to be true. Sometimes I doubt wether I should be for you. Pero sa likod ng mga itong doubts and troubling heart my luv, pinapalamanan at tinutumbasan ko ng pagmamahal. Each moment you spent time with me, I highly appreciated. Each second we talk with each other I cherish it. Now I don't know what's going on, pero I hope your not a question nor I should doubt on. Inaasam ko makausap Ka muli myluv.