Sleepless tries
Sleepless tries
Screens breathe like illusions I stay, I scroll, I fade,
Time leaks like code through the cracks I made.
Every second hums a hollow tune,
I chase false suns through digital moon.
Stress blooms like ink across my chest,
Hope withers quiet, lost in the mess.
Deadlines whisper, “perform, achieve,”
Yet all I crave is room to breathe.
My “devoir” ; duty, or quiet despair?
I climb a ladder that leads nowhere.
The weight of wanting tears my stare.
Still. through the glass, I meet my eyes,
A stranger built of sleepless tries.
Inside, scared of my reflection’s lies.
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