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Freedom! I scream for it, a desperate cry against the expectations that binds me. I’m suffocated by the facade of relationships, the hollow cackle of deceitful souls. I am enraged! Fuming at the system that seeks to define me, at the degradation that clings to my skin like an unwanted shadow, a constant reminder of my insignificance. I’m weary of pursuing aspirations that crumble to dust in my grasp, unattainable visions that lead me to the edge of despair. I yearn to exist without ambition, to dissolve into a crowd where my identity vanishes, where I’m a specter, unseen, unrecognized, lost in a realm that remains indifferent. I long to flee this cursed present, to leap into a tomorrow that remains a cruel illusion, where no one acknowledges my presence, no one cares, no one trails my footsteps or feels the pain of my sorrow. I am drained— exhausted from the humiliation that gnaws at my core, tired of everything I once held dear, weary from dreaming only to fall and fall again. In this furious pursuit of liberation, I don’t merely wish to vanish; I seek to obliterate the chains, to shatter the delusions, to discover a place where I can breathe, where I can be whole, untethered from the past, and finally reclaim my reality with a fury that cannot be contained.
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 2:54 AM UTC
Freedom from the illusion
Freedom! I scream for it, a desperate cry against the expectations that binds me. I’m suffocated by the facade of relationships, the hollow cackle of deceitful souls. I am enraged! Fuming at the system that seeks to define me, at the degradation that clings to my skin like an unwanted shadow, a constant reminder of my insignificance. I’m weary of pursuing aspirations that crumble to dust in my grasp, unattainable visions that lead me to the edge of despair. I yearn to exist without ambition, to dissolve into a crowd where my identity vanishes, where I’m a specter, unseen, unrecognized, lost in a realm that remains indifferent. I long to flee this cursed present, to leap into a tomorrow that remains a cruel illusion, where no one acknowledges my presence, no one cares, no one trails my footsteps or feels the pain of my sorrow. I am drained— exhausted from the humiliation that gnaws at my core, tired of everything I once held dear, weary from dreaming only to fall and fall again. In this furious pursuit of liberation, I don’t merely wish to vanish; I seek to obliterate the chains, to shatter the delusions, to discover a place where I can breathe, where I can be whole, untethered from the past, and finally reclaim my reality with a fury that cannot be contained.
This poem is to all those individuals struggling to live their dream due to the expectations of others.
om-prakash-bharti
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 2:54 AM UTC
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