Sometimes, the weight of the night feels endless, and the fight within us feels fragile. This poem reflects those moments when fear, pain, and resilience collide. I hope it resonates with anyone who has ever felt caught in the web of uncertainty.
It’s 3 in the morning, and I drag my body through the dark.
Nothing feels the same.
Memory slips away,
and I’ve forgotten what it means to feel alright.
Sickness pushes me to my knees,
and I shout at the heavens.
The clock has stopped;
Even if I wanted to escape,
no one hears my prayers.
I watch it from the corners—
A shadow coming to swallow me whole,
just to spit me out,
to leave me to rot.
Weak and hideous, I lay,
tracing my tears down into the drain.
The truth is, I’m scared—
But I have no choice.
Where is the fairness in that?
Blaming life has never pushed me far.
Still, I don’t dare to die,
nor to lose this fight.
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