In sleepless nights, he wrestles with his thoughts,
A tapestry of wishes left undone,
Each dream he nurtured, tangled, and then caught,
Now drifting like a kite that’s come unwound.
He walks the halls of memory, a ghost,
Where laughter echoed, bright with youthful light,
Now silence reigns, a heavy, haunting host,
As shadows creep, extinguishing the bright.
He wonders where the path he chose has led,
With every step, a question marks his way,
A life once vibrant now feels like a thread,
Unraveled by the trials of each day.
Yet still, within, a flicker fights to soar,
A hope that dares to dream beyond the pain,
For every loss, he’s learned to love much more,
To find the beauty in the falling rain.
He gathers strength from scars that tell a tale,
Of battles fought and won, of dreams regained,
For in the darkness, there’s a light to trail,
A whisper that reminds him he’s not chained.
Though heavy hangs the weight of what’s been lost,
He carries on, embracing every cost.

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