By Darwina Natasha
In the garden of achievement, everything is going fast. A wilted flower amidst blossoms brightly sown. Their petals dance in the sun's warm embrace, While I wither in shadows, devoid of grace.
Envy coils like a serpent, green and sly,
Whispering lies, as I watch them fly.
Their laughter, like birdsong, fills the air, While I'm shackled by the weight of despair.
I am the storm cloud in a sky of blue,
Thundering silently, with no breakthrough. Invisible chains bind me to the ground,
As I long for the freedom that cannot be found.
A lone wolf's howl pierces the night,
Echoing my agony, hidden from sight.
In this wilderness of longing, I roam,
A wounded soul, far from home.
Falling behind, like sand slipping through my hand, As time's relentless march I can't withstand. While they soar to heights I've yet to know, I'm left behind, with dreams to tow.
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