We strive for success, to achieve our dreams,
And work day and night, with endless schemes,
We climb the ladder, step by step,
And sacrifice our peace, our own prep,
The dichotomy of success, an elusive gleam.
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
A Tale of Bittersweet Love
Few events are as moving and eerie in the world of human feeling as the reverberation of an unfulfilled love. That is the core of the melancholy love story—hearts colliding in a rush of desire only to fall apart at the hands of fate's harsh hand. Here, among the broken dreams and unmet promises, is a story that endures the test of time: one of love that is found, treasured, and lost.
By Kazi Hasebul Hasan Naime 3 days ago in Poets
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctica day ago in Fiction
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