Tears trickle down, my spirit sinks,
A hollow heart, it's on the brink.
I search for light, but find the past,
Moments cherished, fading fast.
Lost in memories, where once I belong,
Now I’m adrift, and everything feels wrong.
Each step I take, a heavy weight,
Wishing for a smile, but it's too late.
I’m tangled in webs I didn’t weave,
Caught in a dream I wish to leave.
Feeling discarded, broken, and weak,
Words abandoned that I cannot speak.
But deep inside, a voice so small,
Reminds me to rise, to stand tall.
For though I feel I’m turning to ash,
I’m more than this moment of feeling like trash.
Pratibha