I am staring
The cries of my dreams
The scream of my ambitions
The silence of my happiness.
I am left wondering
Where did I stumble
I want to stand,
I wish to run
I yearn for victory.
Yet I couldn't
Oh! The agony
Half hope, half anguish.
Neither killed nor healed.
My sweat fell short,
To rinse my fate,
My blood not enough.
To paint the present.
Roaming in the past, I remained.
As the victory goes by.
I could only stare
I kept staring.
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