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Unknown Sgija Poem
I saw my mom in a dream,
but it was not a dream at all.
It was a shadow stitched from silence,
a nightmare draped in the shape of her.
Each step I took, she drifted further,
a ghost tethered to my heartbeat.
Her lips moved, calling my name—
“Neo,”
but the sound dissolved in the air,
vanishing before it could reach me.
The floor beneath me was water,
and the walls around me bled light.
I ran, I reached, I stumbled—
but she was always away,
always a breath ahead,
always a memory I could not touch.
And I woke,
with her echo still clinging to my chest,
a whisper I could not escape,
a dream that did not end,
a nightmare that followed me
into the quiet of my own room.
Copyright © Unknown Sgija | Year Posted 2026
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Unknown Sgija Poem
I stood where shadows whispered,
A quiet voice inside me screamed.
Each step felt heavier than the last,
And hope was slipping through my seams.
The world was loud, yet empty,
Faces blurred in passing light.
I carried storms inside my chest
That no one else could ever sight.
I traced the edges of despair,
Fingers trembling on the brink.
The night called softly, promising
A place where I might sink.
Memories of laughter haunted me,
Fading echoes of better days.
Yet even in that darkest hour,
A tiny spark refused to fade.
I thought of those who loved me,
Names etched into my heart’s core.
And somehow, I chose to step back,
To live, to breathe, to endure.
I am still here, still broken,
Still learning how to survive.
And though the scars are heavy,
They remind me I am alive.
For in the moments I almost fell,
I found a seed of fragile light.
A whisper that I could carry on,
And turn the shadow into fight.
Copyright © Unknown Sgija | Year Posted 2026
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Unknown Sgija Poem
In shadowed streets where neon dies,
A boy was born with fire in his eyes.
No father’s love, no guiding hand,
The city taught him to take, command.
Friends whispered lies, “Be bold, be feared,”
“Power is earned when mercy’s cleared.”
He learned to fight, to steal, to kill,
To climb the ladder, sharpen skill.
One fateful night, a test was laid,
A heinous act that darkly swayed.
His hands obeyed, his heart turned numb,
The devil’s game had now begun.
The victim’s face, familiar, bright,
Revealed a truth that stole the night.
His mother lost, the horror burned,
The price of sin so cruelly learned.
The gang dispersed, the streets went still,
His soul was shattered, dark and chill.
Power and fame proved hollow, vain,
The devil dances, leaving pain.
Now warnings echo through the years,
Beware the shadows, the whispered fears.
One wrong step, and you will see,
The cost of pride, eternally.
Copyright © Unknown Sgija | Year Posted 2026
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Unknown Sgija Poem
You were laughter in the morning sun,
A gentle warmth when the day begun.
Your hands gave comfort, your heart gave grace,
A light of love no one could replace.
Through storms and shadows, you held me near,
A voice of calm, a soul sincere.
You forgave the faults of those who strayed,
And showed the lost the gentlest way.
The world grew dim when you were gone,
Yet in my heart, your spirit shone.
A fallen angel, yet still you gleam,
Guiding my steps through every dream.
Though I cannot touch your face,
I feel your love in every space.
The brightest star, my heart’s refrain,
Your memory turns my grief to gain.
You gave me wings, though you took flight,
A guardian angel in endless night.
Fallen you are, but rise you still,
Forever in my heart, your light will fill.
Copyright © Unknown Sgija | Year Posted 2026
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The streets are silent, but my mind roars loud,
Shadows creeping, pulling me into the crowd.
Every step feels heavier than the last,
The future’s murky, drowned in the past.
I walk alone where light won’t dare,
Breathing in the city’s poisoned air.
Friends are strangers, smiles are lies,
Every hand extended hides a knife.
Dreams decay in the acid rain,
Hope is buried beneath my pain.
I scream in silence, no one hears,
My thoughts bleed through a veil of tears.
The nights are long, the nights are cold,
Memories sharpen, memories scold.
I watch myself through fractured glass,
A boy who’s growing, but the shadows last.
The laughter of others cuts like stone,
I’m king of nothing, yet I stand alone.
The mirror mocks what I’ve become,
A fractured soul, a beating drum.
I light a fire to chase the dark,
But it flickers weak, a dying spark.
Even the moon hides its face from me,
The world has locked my soul at sea.
Yet in the deepest night, I rise,
Through shattered dreams, through whispered lies.
Dark days linger, but I endure,
A boy, a man, unbroken, unsure.
Copyright © Unknown Sgija | Year Posted 2026
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