Physical breakdowns

In the quiet of night, when shadows creep near,

My body is weary, weighed down by the fear.

Each heartbeat a reminder of moments gone past,

Echoes of laughter that faded so fast.

The weight of the memories drags heavy on me,

Like stones in my pockets, they're hard to set free.

I walk through the day with a fog in my mind,

Searching for solace I struggle to find.

The ache in my chest feels like a long-lost friend,

A phantom that lingers, yet refuses to end.

Every step is a battle, every sigh a defeat,

In the dance of my sorrow, there’s no rhythm or beat.

I long for the lightness of laughter and joy,

For the spark of a moment that nothing can destroy.

But here I am, tethered, tired from the fight,

Yearning for dawn to break this endless night.

So I'll rest for a while, let the tears fall like rain,

Embracing the sadness, acknowledging the pain.

For in the stillness, a new strength will rise—

A heart may be tired, but it’s never denied.