I'm still caught in those days,Drifting through a haze,The world seems frozen,Yet I keep moving,On autopilot, lost in a daze.
I don't recall when I stopped feeling,
Only that the days stretched thin,
One bleeding into the next,
Until I forgot where I begin.
I'm tired—God, I'm tired—
Of this endless race I run,
No breath, no break, no space,
Just a sky devoid of sun.
Since then, I've had no pause,
No moment to call my own,
Just the weight of burnout pressing,
A heaviness I've never known.
I want to stop,
To simply exist,
To find myself again,
Before I fade into the mist.
But the world keeps turning,
And I'm still stuck,
Wishing for a way out,
Before I lose all my luck.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
