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It’s a queer feeling,
When tension grips your body.
All you can think of
Are the possibilities,
The unachievable goals.
Something you are striving for,
But it remains out of reach.
You stretch
Your body is tired,
You push yourself
Because that is all you can think of,
That is all you dream of
And you give up.
You leave it.
It hurts you from within.
You want to push yourself
But the willpower has died out,
You are overcome with exhaustion
So you take your last step
And stop.
Hault.
Pause for a minute.
But time flies
It does not stop,
And you are left there
In that state of rest unable to recover,
Because life around you has moved on.
You look around yourself
You feel ashamed of what you’ve become.
How that one minute changed everything,
How that one mistake left you bereft,
How that one failure became your biggest failure,
And then you wonder about all the effort you put in,
How it all went waste…
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Golden Hues
PoesíaI've come to realise that I can express my emotions through words better than actions, be it anger or love, joy or sadness. I am not sure if everyone would be able to relate to my poems but even if it touches you in any tiny way possible, I'm glad I...
