In the dark, where shadows play,
The night feels like a stretched-out day.
I lie awake, eyes wide and still,
Boredom whispers, soft and shrill.
Can’t close my eyes, can’t find the rest,
With heavy heart and hollow chest.
I creep to the window, cold as stone,
Just to stare and feel alone.
The stars look back, distant, free,
And I wonder—will that ever be me?
I wish I could run, break out, take flight,
Escape these endless, empty nights.
My breath fogs up the glass and fades,
A ghostly mark of dreams delayed.
And as the world sleeps, I stand here, awake,
With a silent ache no dawn can shake.
By CoryDory
