I open books at midnight, yet sleep forgets my eyes,
Dreams turn to mist, ambitions fade beneath the city skies.
A little job, a little peace- that's all I hope to earn,
But each new dawn reminds me how far there is to turn.
I laugh in crowded classrooms, though silence fills my chest.
Each grade, each rank, each passing mark- another failed contest.
Friends drift off like seasons gone, their voices dim with time,
And the shoulder where I once found home now echoes like a rhyme.
Love came softly, left like rain- leaving stains of pain,
One unread text, one broken word- a thousand aches remain.
The eyes that once were full of hope now look towards something new,
And in that quiet loss, I learn what love can't always do.
When mother softly asks, "Did the exam go well?"
Father says, "Keep trying, son"- a hope I dare not tell.
They say they see a fighter in my smile, a promise yet unmade,
But I am just a trembling heart beneath their trust's parade.
The nights are long and hollow now, the room a breathing grave,
The lights glow low, the wind outside repeats the same old wave.
They say, "You'll find your way someday"- I nod, but never speak,
For I have learned that healing hearts are slower than they seek.
I've lost some friends, my love, myself- yet morning still arrives.
And I, a tired traveler, keep walking through my lives.
Is life a burden, or a song that no one understands?
Who knows? I walk the endless road, with silence holding hands.
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