They whispered warnings of the trials ahead,
"What do they know," I scoffed, dismissing their counsel,
Convinced my journey would chart a different course.
Oh, how I yearn to rewind time,
To heed the wisdom I now recognize as golden.
If only foresight had guided my steps,
But alas, here I stand, grappling with harsh reality.
Life's relentless blows have left me bruised and battered,
Each night a restless slumber, hoping for a dawn of reprieve.
Yet, the weight of bills besieges my doorstep,
A mountainous burden obscuring any glimpse of a brighter tomorrow.
**** it all!
I strain to discern even the faintest glimmer of hope,
But my vision is clouded, my gaze fixed firmly upon the ground.
Is this my fate, I wonder,
To stumble blindly through the shadows of despair?
Or perhaps, amidst the chaos, an opportunity has already beckoned,
Yet my eyes were too veiled to perceive its subtle call.
So here I linger, suspended in the limbo of uncertainty,
Awaiting the elusive knock that may herald a new beginning,
Or lamenting the missed chances, forever haunting my past.