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May 2019
Nothing compares to wasted potential,
I dreamt I would fly and then I fell.
All the day dreams vanished in reality,
darkness sleeps on the path to clarity.

I couldn't find the map to my treasure,
I remember the day when I was so sure
that I will finally find my purpose,
now all I have is sadness in surplus.
On the shore I watched that ship sail,
I drowned my dreams in its trail.

Nothing compares to wasted potential,
the fear of being inconsequential
drove me to chase a wild dream,
got blinded by hope's high beam,
now I am back on square one,
I can't focus, I just want to run.

I will never forget those rejections,
I forgot sleep without self reflection.
I held my breath for so long,
only for everything to go wrong.
This has been a long and cruel summer
but calling it unfair would be a misnomer.

Nothing compares to wasted potential,
inspires in you a dread that's existential.
The voices inside me scream,
who am I? What is my dream?
Written by
Abhijeeth  24/M/India
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